Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and blue handkerchief worn on his right side. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Berrian was born on a far southern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Healer. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jeweled electrum ring (3000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (180 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (180 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Banker. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Dayereth abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He tends to his Banker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and wants a kiss

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Jet (40 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1000 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Eye agate (6 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Red garnet (40 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1000 gp). Fire opal (1000 gp). Zircon (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in a small desert village. A freak accident while working with his Interpreter father left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is content

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Terse. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 3000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp).