The barbarian quietly watches his companions as they travel, silently gauging their strengths and possible weaknesses. The foppish elf he has no doubt will earn an early grave. Anavren acts as though we all owe him a debt of gratitude for accompanying us. As the little girl says, he makes more enemies than friends here. That is a sure death warrant when your allies are all that stand between you and the enemy. Horek realizes that the elf is quite expendable however, so he pays the prancing ranger no further heed.

The odd, wiry man with blue paint is tiresome with his strange manner and habit of speaking with an invisible 'father'. But Horek knows well that the services of a cleric could be invaluable. Besides, the other Perrenlander seems strong and competent enough for the both of them.

Like the others in the group, he feels a fondness towards the slight elven girl who is quite obviously a bard of some kind. She also seems to have a knack at diverting mean-spirited attention away just when things look as though they're coming to a head.

The paladin that rides to their rear is oddly silent for his type. Horek had always thought that knights spout on for quite some time about their god or their code of honor. The scout that precedes the group also seems quite confident in her work, as does the one to the rear.

All in all, the plainsman is not utterly dismayed at those he travels with on this quest. Perhaps they will learn to work together to come through alive. Though he decides that the nasty-talking elf will require close watching. I don't trust that one at all... He thinks sourly.

Once they reach the inn, Horek considers eating within but soon changes his mind when their rear scout leaves the place, obviously looking to camp outdoors. The plainsman is pleased that there is another who shares his views of sleeping outdoors as opposed to within a cramped room.

The plainsman approaches Accolon as he leaves the inn, falling into step several paces away from the scout. "I have little use for such places as this. I prefer sleeping under the stars, or even in the rain as nature decides. If you don't mind the company, I will hunt with you this night. Though I think we should not stray too far from the others in case they require help from those who are best able to do such." He adds the last with an odd, lopsided grin that doesn't match his feral appearance.

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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.