Recognizing the dwarf from the contest, the barbarian wonders at the dwarf's apparent subterfuge during the competition. Deciding that there is no telling what was intended, Horek turns his attention to the blue substance. The plainsman wonders if it is some sort of poison, but he has never seen its like before.

After helping the others bury the dwarf, Horek returns to sleep and awakens in the morning to a light drizzle. Inclement weather has never before bothered the rugged barbarian and this day is no exception. In fact, Horek's mood seems much improved as he slogs along the muddy road with bow in hand. He even hums and chants in his native tongue on occasion while he travels. The barbarian has a low, baritone voice that is somewhat off-key and he doesn't seem aware that he is doing it.

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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.