Horek nods at the scout's warning. "It is odd they did not stay at the inn as most travellers would..." the plainsman allows himself a self-deprecating smile as he speaks. "But there is little we can do about it if they intend to waylay us. Other than keep a sharp eye out that is."

The barbarian looks toward Nydilind as he speaks further. "I might suggest you scout in front not so far this day. If you run into trouble I would like the rest of us to be within yelling distance. Though the decision is yours, of course."

After his rather long-winded speech, the plainsman falls silent, listening quietly to the speculation and advice of the others. Once the group is ready, Horek walks onward, following the path laid out in the map. The barbarian will position himself toward the front of the main group with bow in hand.
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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.