Horek takes his time stacking up the equipment of their fallen enemy. The two women are speaking to each other and appear to be on the verge of tears, something the plainsman does not wish to interrupt.

When he is finally finished, he approaches Nydilind cautiously. "The chest... does it seem safe? We still need to find a way out of this cave, even if the Healer is lost to us."

Realizing his words may sound harsh, his face softens a bit and he continues. "I am sorry about your father... perhaps with the information we return with... maybe another plan will be devised. But for now we must concentrate on leaving this place without suffering the same fate as Anavren. Do either of you have ideas?" He asks hopefully.

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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.