Description: A plain young-adult man, 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. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length white hair. 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 is fixated on the number 78. 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 loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his poetry with anyone who is interested.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Miller and was forced into it by his family; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (3000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (60 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He prefers to wear yellow pants and tee shirts. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Aerdeth was raised in a hard working conservative environment. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and money/treasure

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Peridot (50 gp). Hematite (15 gp). Amethyst (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Eiravel 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 is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 gp. Chrysoprase (30 gp). Red spinel (40 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.