Le regard de Hugh monte à Sana alors qu'il lui sourit joyeusement, agitant sans souci dans le monde. Tout lui semblait pêcheur. Il n'a pas remarqué au début que Sana avait soufflé sans un mot, comme le petit était venu à lui rempli d'excitation et de joie à ses nouveaux vêtements, détournant avec succès son attention avant qu'il ne puisse discerner quoi que ce soit de négatif de Sana.
Hugh ne pouvait que saluer Arianna avec joie, car il était plus qu'heureux de voir son visage souriant et de lui montrer la robe et les chaussures. Cela l'a rendu remarquablement heureux, et il n'a pas été un à laisser aller pour le moment. Il riait et même applaudissait pour elle, le sourire collé sur son visage.
Il n'a pas commencé à montrer l'usure, jusqu'à ce qu'il ait entendu Sana mentionner à la sœur que le petit resterait avec la nonne. Son sourire s'est presque complètement évanoui, tandis que ses yeux erraient sur le sol, regardant à blanc.
Son moment a été interrompu par une main tombée sur son épaule et son attention est montée vers le nouveau venu. C'était, en fait, la religieuse.
"Je pense que vous avez besoin de parler."
Ses paroles étaient faites avec une expression très quizicale de Hugh. "Okaaaay." Dire qu'il était confus était un euphémisme.
Bien sûr, Hugh a commencé à comprendre un peu comme Sana lui a de nouveau soufflé dessus sans aucune reconnaissance. Il l'a regardée dans l'admiration, il s'est juste demandé. Il était perplexe.
Il se leva, fit quelques pas avant de finir debout devant Arianna, et squatta devant elle. "Hé, ma petite princesse." Il a ramassé une de ses petites mains avec ses doigts, "Nous ne serons pas longs. Nous reviendrons. Je te le promets." Il a dit.
Avec ça, il lâchait sa main, et courait en haut. Quelques instants plus tard, il descendit avec un sac à dos sur le dos. En faisant des pas rapides vers la table qu'il était auparavant, il a balayé son sac à selle à la main, et a placé sa pipe dans sa bouche.
Avant de sortir de la pièce, il a allumé le tuyau, et a agité le petit, donnant un dernier adieu avant qu'il parte faire quelque chose strictement pour l'argent et les orphelins.
Il a glissé dehors, faisant son chemin vers les écuries. Il y a trouvé son ami le plus cher, Rodger. Le cheval l'a accueilli en lui jetant la tête et en snint en reconnaissance. Hugh sourit heureux à la vue de son vieil ami, et commença à le conduire des écuries.
Avec son cheval en plein air, il a acquis la selle et l'a jetée sur le dos de Rodger. Il le fixa fermement à lui, lui jeta les rênes, les arrangeant méthodiquement.
Puis Hugh attacha ses sacs de selle à l'arrière de son cheval, et s'enfonça dans la selle, ses pieds fermement placés dans les étriers.
Hugh se sentait fier alors qu'il montait son cheval dans la rue depuis les écuries. Un sourire semblait être fixé sur son visage, alors qu'il émergeait.
Peu de temps après, Hugh et Rodger se tenaient à côté du wagon, prêts à partir et à aller vers des pâturages plus justes, ainsi que l'aventure et le danger.
Name: Hugh Van Halder
Age: 45
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Human
Class: Fighter, Ex-Paladin
Appearance/Clohing:

He stands at 6'2", a tower of years of built up muscle. He wears a dark earthen blue tunic over a white linen three button pullover shirt. He wears a pair of black shorts(under his pants) and a pair of dark gray hosen(medieval style pants). He'll wear a chain mail shirt and these pauldrons

additionally he'll wear leather knee and shin armor.
He wears a small gray hood and a bear fur cloak.
Skills: He is a good brawler and can fight with anything he can get his hands on(He's used bed rolls before). Horseback riding. Swordfighting, throwing axes, and two handed weapon fighting. He's been able to use crossbows before, but despises them, as they are delicate and take a lot of work just to reload. Bushcraft and survival stuff. Smoking(if that qualifies as a skill). Some cooking.
Natural Abilities: He's strong and durable and can take a lot of beatings. He's pretty much a tank. He can drink a lot of alcohol and only get buzzed. Otherwise, he's just a normal human.
Magic Spells: N/A
Additional Information: He is in a relationship with Sana Rawn. He has a draft horse, named Rodger.
Weapons: He wields a large crude looking battle axe and a falchion. Additionally, he has one small crude throwing axe.
Possessions: A rucksack with jerky, bread, cheese, rags, spark rocks(basically one is made of magnesium), rope, ladle, cooking knife, two plates, and tobacco. He also has saddle bags on his horse, which he stores his pipe, more tobacco, sugar cubes, a brush, a stick and bow(which he uses for lighting his pipe), and a few salt licks. He has two water skins. One he keeps on his horse, and one on his person or in rucksack. Additionally he has a pot and a frying pan strapped down to the outside of his rucksack. He also wears a ring on a little chain around his neck and he never seems to take it off, as it was given to him by Sana.
Personality: He is a more contented man, liking simple things in life, especially enjoying smoking his pipe with a wonderful scenery, usually in the form of a beautiful day and his love, Sana. He has a more realistic attitude towards the world, not being an idealist, only doing things to help. He has great respect for the natural order of things, and you won't find him trying to seek out revenge. He still has a fiery temper when it is stoked enough to come out.
History: Hugh was once part of a great order of paladins. They had much land and ruled with wisdom. Their lands were prosperous and fertile. Many were jealous of their lands, but no one had the courage enough to take on the great and Noble order. Their paladins were fierce and formidable fighters. They all stood higher than 6' and were towers of muscle. They were truly terrifying men. But they were brought down under scandal. Fabricated accusations about them stealing their riches and enslaving other groups of people for labor. The scandals kept growing until they were set upon by every surrounding nation. They stood no chance. Many were killed, only a few escaped.
They have been long since forgotten, after being hunted for almost two decades, and killed off, until it was concluded that they were finally extinct. Hugh hid among tribes of barbarians to survive. The tribe was good to him, making him one of their own. He had built a life of simplicity. Some warring between other tribes would often end with them being brutalized and then integrated. Hugh had found love in a woman taken from one of the defeated tribes. He had a few sons and lived very happily with her, until they were set upon by a purge of the "savages".
Hugh's tribe was wiped out and he was orphaned once again. He had brutally killed all the "civilized" army he could, but it was too late. His tribe was all gone, along with his family.
He became a wanderer, and left to find life as a mercenary. In that life, he found an adventure awaiting him in a tavern. The tavern was filled with life, when he came in and joined up with a questing group. There he met a gypsy woman by the name of Sana. He got to know her going on this random little adventure with this party. It was all rather simple and jovial at first, until they were all taken captive by a lich. This lich tried to take Sana from them, and in that moment Hugh only felt desperation and rage.
He had slowly begun to realize that he had fallen in love with Sana, and that if he lost her nothing would change about his existence as a wandering mercenary, and he would simply keep losing people he deeply cared about. So he took a chance at love, and broke out of his cage in a fit of rage. He fought like a lion to get to Sana, finally winning out(love triumphs over all!) against the hordes of undead after his party came to his aid.
Since then, he's been a contented old soul, taking care of Sana and showing her his love for her, even though he has never said the words.