Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a black vest and prefers blue and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Fivin hails from a village terrorized by illithids. His parents were killed by illithids in a raid when he was still a young child. The illithids captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 500 pp. A necklace of small pink pearls (4000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (180 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is dressed in an above average manner. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. 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, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the west. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Himo was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1000 gp. Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Black opal (1500 gp). Rich purple corundum (1500 gp). Zircon (30 gp).