After an enjoyable evening with the rangers, Horek decides that he will spend more time in learning the tricks of their trade. The barbarian imagines that such knowledge could go far in helping him become the warrior that he longs to be.

In the morning, the plainsman allows no reaction to show on his face after Acea describes the fate of Anavren. I hope the wizard knows what he's getting himself into with that one... he thinks to himself.

As the group sets out towards the mine once more, Horek is surprised to see the slight and normally silent elf girl come along side him and begin to speak. Shrugging his indifference at her request to walk beside him, he slowly answers a few of her questions. "I am Horek, and while I consider myself very talented with the bow, all the archers at that competition could have won the championship. Whenever two opponents square off in a contest there is a fair amount of skill involved as well as a healthy dose of luck. Some people cannot bring themselves to admit such things..." the barbarian finishes darkly.

After several long moments, he continues. "I have heard of Greyhawk, but have little desire to visit that great city. I too come from a village that 'used' to exist. Our home was at the edge of the Dimwood in the land of Geoff. That is until the giants came..." The stalwart barbarian suppresses a shudder at the memory. "My parents were killed in the battle and my uncle fled east with me on his back along with the other survivors."

Horek stops and turns his fierce gaze upon the elven wizard. "I will return one day... to exact vengeance upon those foul creatures. THAT is why the hunt is so important to me. I did not enter the contest for fun. I entered it to test myself and grow stronger in my ability..." The plainsman shakes his head angrily and strides forward, not bothering to see if Kerry follows or not.

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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.