Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull tan iron scale mail. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Naal reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Naal was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and expand his business

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Military, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1100 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1600 gp).

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and brown handkerchief worn on his left side. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his shield, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. 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 business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the east were limited. After a long history of fighting, Varis and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2000 gp. Chalcedony (60 gp). Jacinth (3000 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (500 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). Fire opal (500 gp). Moss agate (9 gp). Red garnet (50 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He got into the Fortune-teller business at a young age. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Aramil took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up kukri and armor he uses now. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1000 gp.