Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a grey coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Born in the west to a Body Guard, Quarion learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Quarion was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Body Guard. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Old masterpiece painting (600 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (30 gp). Silver ewer (30 gp). Gold music box (4000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (30 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (800 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp).

Description: This man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull white iron scale mail, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He plays an instrument quite well.

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. During his travels, Fivin and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Fivin discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Fivin fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Racist, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Lapis lazuli (6 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Pink pearl (70 gp). Brown-green garnet (70 gp). Chrysoberyl (70 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Amber (70 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Pink pearl (70 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Red garnet (70 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Disease, Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Debt. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 4000 gp. Malachite (11 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp).