Hugh entendit le léger bruit de tissu grimpant sur le sol, il tourna la tête pour voir un Sana beaucoup moins vêtue secouant les hanches. Il s'arrêta et se pencha contre la porte, son corps se retourna à mi-chemin vers elle, donnant un soupir content alors qu'il la regardait s'habiller. Il a eu un sourire plutôt stupide sur son visage, comme son esprit semblait courir sauvage avec ses pensées d'elle dans ses bras et les deux d'entre eux appréciant quelque chose de bon ensemble.
Avec le petit baiser sur sa joue, il se sentait un peu comme un enfant. Il se tenait loin de la porte alors qu'elle descendait, lui faisant connaître ses intentions avant de partir. "D'accord, je serai en bas, alors, à ton retour." Il a dit, comme elle s'est enfuie par la porte. Il courut ses doigts à travers ses cheveux et sortit, sa pipe et son tabac dans sa main. Il y avait probablement un peu de feu en bas qu'il pouvait utiliser pour allumer sa pipe, donc il n'avait pas besoin de l'ancien arc de friction et de la serviette.
Il descendit les escaliers et se dirigea vers le quartier principal de l'auberge. Son arrivée au comptoir principal a été accueillie par l'hôte de l'auberge, qui l'a invité à s'asseoir. Hugh obtint ensuite l'hôte et lui demanda ce qu'ils servaient pour le petit déjeuner ce jour-là, et leur demanda d'en faire sortir deux assiettes. "Et deux tasses de café!" Il a fini, grincheusement.
À la recherche d'un instant, il choisit une table située entre un pilier en bois et une fenêtre donnant sur la rue. "Prends-le là-bas!" Il a dit, en pointant vers la table. L'hôte a hurlé et Hugh a fait sa sortie du comptoir vers le foyer. Il sortit à la feuille de tabac, la roula, et la rapprocha des charbons qui étaient au bord du foyer. Il n'a eu besoin que de quelques secondes avant qu'il ne s'allume et il l'a coincé dans sa pipe, en empilant une autre feuille après.
Ce processus a ensuite été suivi par lui soufflant dessus jusqu'à ce qu'il a donné lieu à des panaches solides de fumée, ce qui rend la pièce un peu plus trouble puis il avait été avant. Il a commencé à inhaler et à l'exhaler lentement et subtilement, afin de ne pas commencer à l'étouffer. Après son départ satisfaisant, il s'est dirigé vers la table qu'il avait choisie plus tôt et a pris place.
Hugh se retourna tout simplement dans sa chaise, et mit ses pieds sur la chaise à côté de lui, appréciant le tabac qu'il avait. C'était particulièrement agréable, car il y avait si peu de clients à l'auberge à cette heure de la journée. Il pouvait profiter de la paix et du silence d'une boutique vide. Il a été interrompu par le bruit des portes qui s'ouvraient et se fermaient, captant l'attention de Hugh. L'un de ses sourcils montait et l'autre regardait vers la porte pour voir qui était entré.
Il était soulagé de voir que c'était Sana et son visage semblait s'éclaircir, surtout avec la nouvelle présence d'un sourire dessus. Il se tint debout et leva la main, lâchant vers elle. Il avait l'air d'un grand garçon alors qu'il l'a agitée avec enthousiasme. "Par ici!" Il a appelé.
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.