When Horek finally hears the shouted warning of danger, he tries to shrug off the vestiges of sleep and rises quickly. Grabbing his composite bow, he fits an arrow to the string and sights down the shaft toward the approaching figure.

Iceica He thinks to himself, the word ready to sail from his lips if he looses the arrow at the potential enemy.

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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.