Description: This northern man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His clothes are grease stained in places. His silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the north. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erevan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sensual and smooth

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

Description: He wears a tight fitting violet shirt and pants. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He wears his red hair down. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. Rolen enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Slave Trader. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His clothes are grease stained in places. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Thervan was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Blacksmith. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Masseuse. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Insomniac, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver pearl (40 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Amber (40 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). 1 Medium magic item.