Horek very nearly freezes in place, only managing an affirmative grunt in agreement with Elscenes idea of looking for other traps around the room. The barbarian is amazed and grateful that he wasnt one of the ones apparently zapped into oblivion. Though he sends a silent prayer to Kord that they find a safe place in the afterlife.

When he is convinced there are no other traps, the plainsman relaxes a bit and shakes his head at Nydilinds observation. I think the Healer is a prisoner here. Just as we are now. Elscene, check the door for any traps. If you find nothing, I will try and open it.

When the familiar half-elf appears suddenly, Horek simply looks at him with slightly narrowed eyes and motions Elscene to make her search before trying to open the door with brute strength if no traps are found.

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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.