Description: He very much looks the part of a Brewer. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Raer is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Brewer business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Brewer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Brewer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Brewer.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. 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 the only child of a wealthy merchant. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1500 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.