Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist, Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 2000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1400 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1000 gp). A small bag of saffron. (60 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1000 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (50 gp).

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Mindartis speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. As a young child he wandered into the woods despite his mother's warnings against it. Afterwards he claimed he had encountered illithids who tried to eat his hand. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Tharivol was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature axe.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 4000 gp. Golden pearl (160 gp). Blue sapphire (1500 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Star ruby (1500 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Pink pearl (160 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Jet (160 gp).