After giving the guards the proof they desire that he is indeed the champion of the archery contest, he leaves with Accolon and Nydilind to set up camp outside of the city.

Other group, eh? Well... I'll leave it to someone more sociable to ask the guards more on that subject...

That evening, Horek's disappointment at not finding any small game is tempered by the wonderful pig that the half-elf brings down. As they cook the meat over the fire, the barbarian speaks with the two rangers about their knowledge of the wilderness and hunting practices.


OOC: Horek is very likely to cross-class into Ranger next level, so hopefully this will lay some RP groundwork for that! ;)
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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.