Rising from his fruitless search for tracks, Horek shakes his head in the negative to the others. The plainsman watches as Accolon stumbles into the once-again solid wall and feels a small flare of unease.

"Let us move on. Keep a sharp eye out. I don't know who those men were that attacked us yesterday, but I wouldn't be surprised if we encounter more of their kind. It appears that something doesn't want us to find this Healer."

So saying, the plainsman approaches the intersection and looks down the side passage before leading the group north along the wider corridor.

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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.