Description: This western man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His clothes are grease stained in places. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 8000 sp. Carnelian (70 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). Hematite (11 gp). Malachite (11 gp). Jet (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his falchion with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Forgetful. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (1400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1400 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (70 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1400 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (100 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (70 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He is bald on top and has large white tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His childhood dream was to be a Bounty Hunter, but he was a colossal failure. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Shepherd responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 600 pp. Emerald (900 gp). Emerald (900 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp).