Description: This man is very fat, 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 greasy and uncared for. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Bounty Hunter work with an outfit from a few towns over. Bounty Hunter work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. During his travels, Varis and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Varis discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Varis fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 400 pp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a white coat over a red low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 54. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Galinndan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He is portly but not overly obese. He has no hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Stylist profession.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Thamior alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He tends to his Unemployed job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Stylist again; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 4000 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp).