Horek adds nothing to what has been said of the three men that visited last night. There is nothing he can say that has not already been spoken.

In a quiet voice, the barbarian speaks. "I see nothing resembling a shrine or whatever was spoken of in the riddle. It must be further within. Let us enter the mine and brave whatever curse it inflicts upon us. Our mission is to find the Healer anyway, though now it means our lives if we fail."

The plainsman shrugs the matter aside and steps within the dark confines of the cavern, his composite bow at the ready.

"One of us should carry a light of some kind. I cannot, but perhaps whoever walks at my side..." Horek leaves the suggestion hanging as he awaits the others to join him.

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Horek Varshot
Deep bronze skin and the red body paint that decorates the face of this large man combine to mark him as one of true Flannish origin. The plainsman carries a sturdy longbow and a huge sword is strapped tightly to his back. Studded leather armor peeks out from beneath a cloak made from the hide of a large black bear and a necklace decorated with huge claws completes the picture of this fearsome barbarian. The scowl upon his face along with hard, piercing eyes warn you that disturbing this quiet man might be considered foolhardy unless there is good reason.