After dividing the equipment into sensible piles, the plainsman ignores the dire words of Anavren and strides over toward Duras.

Horek casts a baleful eye at the invisible wall that prevents further access into the cave before responding.

"I think we have little choice as to our campsite. It must be between the cave entrance and that barrier. At least, until we find some way around it. I'd suggest we wait on our attempts to get around it until the morning. For now it serves as a fine defense against whatever might dwell further within the cave."


OOC: Unless I'm missing something, I think our campsite has to be in the area proscribed by Shadow's map of the combat. We can neither leave the cave nor explore it any further at the moment. The watch shift is fine with me, by the way.
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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.