Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His white leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Junk Dealer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Junk Dealer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Junk Dealer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Aquamarine (200 gp). Jasper (20 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with grey colored cloaks and clothing. He wears his black hair up. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tharivol grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Tharivol abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 4000 gp. Bloodstone (30 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp).

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has shaved his head bald. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Merchant work with an outfit from a few towns over. Merchant work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 3000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp).