Horek breathes a soft sigh of relief at Nydilind's words. Though the barbarian had become somewhat more at ease in visiting cities, this one was far beyond any he'd encountered before.

Turning to the half-elf, he offers a slight smile and speaks. "I would be most happy to set up camp with you out here. Perhaps you would join me on a hunt in addition? A rabbit cooked over the fire makes a much better meal than rations..."

Horek will help Nydilind set up the camp some distance away from the main gates. He will hunt for that night's food and then offer to take the first watch in case anything were to happen during the night.

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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.