Description: A 4'9" western man, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. The war was a terrible time for him, and Aelar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in the west to a Bookbinder, Aelar learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Aelar has worked very hard to control his curse. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bookbinder for the past few years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and balancing his hectic life and new bookbinder responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 2000 gp. Blue quartz (7 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has shaved his head bald. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Rael liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 28000 sp. Freshwater pearl (15 gp). Star ruby (1200 gp). Lapis lazuli (15 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Fire opal (1200 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His white hair is cut short. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Quarion's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. 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. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quarion fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Forgetful. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2000 gp. Clear bright green emerald (3000 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp).