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 is dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. 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, Varis is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the north. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Bowyer. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Varis was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His red hair is singed and shortened. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver ewer (90 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (700 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He tends to wear a large yellow jacket. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his morningstar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

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. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Immeral was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Opinionated, Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 2000 gp. Zircon (50 gp). Fire opal (1600 gp). Red spinel (50 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1600 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.