The plainsman looks grimly at the badly wounded dwarf and spares a glance toward Steven and Duras, wondering if their healing magic will be enough to bring the unfortunate soul back from the brink of death. Horek continues to watch his surroundings closely for any hint of movement or potential enemies. If this is indeed the dwarf from the other party weve been following, where then are his comrades

The barbarian thinks he knows the answer, and wonders what manner of creature was responsible for their deaths if he is correct

At Duras' words, Horek moves out towards where the dwarf approached the camp. The barbarian signals Accolon to follow along with him. "Let's move out in pairs..." He grunts in a low voice. "No further than 20 yards for now."

Presuming Accolon follows, Horek moves out to explore the surroundings a bit.

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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.