Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His silver hair is still thick. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. 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, Caeldrim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the south to a Bowyer, Caeldrim learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. After coming to the age of reason, Caeldrim took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He tends to his Bowyer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. He is bald on top and has large white tufts of hair around his ears. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. The war was a terrible time for him, and Beiro does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. When Beiro reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 3000 gp. Violet garnet (200 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Rose (70 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). Golden pearl (140 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp).

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a blue shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, and is pretty ugly. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Born in the north to a Cook, Nim learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Cook for the past few years.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (400 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (4000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.