| Full Name |
Laroo Cantrae |
| Race |
Half-elf |
| Classes/Levels |
Bard 1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
25 |
| Special Abilities |
Bardic Knowledge, Bardic Performance, Multitalented, Charming, Aid Allies |
| Alignment |
Chaotic Good |
| Deity |
Shelyn |
| Location |
Absalom |
| Languages |
Common, Elven, Sylvan, Varisian |
| Occupation |
Pathfinder |
| Strength |
11 |
| Dexterity |
10 |
| Constitution |
15 |
| Intelligence |
14 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
17 |
About Laroo Cantrae
A slight figure in gaudy clothes, he sits in the corner of the tavern, tapping his foot along to the drinking song being bellowed out by the dwarves at the next table. As they descend into inarticulate growling and mutual back-slapping, he pushes his mug aside and begins with a haunting song of ages past and glories gone by. The noise in the tavern stills as his clear tenor voice fills the space, all entranced by the visions the lyrics conjure in their minds. When the song draws to a close, there is wild applause and calls for another tune. Smiling slightly, he shakes his head, pays his tab, and exits for the street.
