With a full belly and heavy eyes, the barbarian is mulling over which shift he'd rather take when he and the rangers notice the newcomers at nearly the same moment.

The plainsman watches Accolon slip into the shadows and Horek gives a slight nod of approval without glancing in his direction. He tries to keep himself as the focus of the four who approach by drawing his greatsword with a single, swift movement while calling out in a loud voice.

"Stop there and identify yourselves, strangers!" The barbarian wonders if the others within heard his shouted hail in case things turn nasty. Horek grips the hilt of his sword with two hands as he awaits their answer.

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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.