Frarur is a bard on the battlefield and in the pubs. A simple dwarf with simple pleasures - like many of his kind, he loves cracking an Orc skull or two. He equally values celebrating the fight afterwards, by drinking kegs of ale with good company and jig-worthy music!

An aspiring healer, Frarur is adequate in bolstering his allies with his harp and roaring fear into the hearts of his enemies. Wanting an advantage against his foes, he also took up the methods of a crafter. Unfortunately, a past mining injury - from his civilian days - to his left arm makes Frarur subpar in the Dwarven arts of smithing and tinkering. Therefore, Frarur explores ruins and deciphers ancient texts, piecing his findings together to craft battle scrolls and vitality potions for himself and his allies.

All Free Folk of Middle Earth, from evil-slaying warriors to lute-strumming civilians, are welcome to talk to him. Regardless of race, experience, or household, he is obliged to be of service. However, while he is happy to offer his company or assistance, he may not be overly warm in expressing that.... especially towards the taller races. Should an opportunity for a jest, at the expense of an Elf, ever arise, Frarur will gleefully partake. Yet, despite his best efforts, he has been known to grow tolerant, and sometimes fond, of certain tallfolk. If you are willing to overlook his grumblings and initial rudeness, please feel free to befriend him.