Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a tan vest and prefers blue and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born in the west. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He bought a whip and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 200 pp. Solid gold idol (1100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is typically in his Stylist uniform. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. 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, Galinndan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Gifted from a young age, Galinndan studied abroad. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Stylist for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Rich purple corundum (1000 gp). Rose (50 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Peridot (50 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This man dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on his left hand. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He uses divination through singing.

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. He worked as a nervous Unemployed and found it very stressful. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Military, Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 400 pp. 1 Minor magic item.