Hugh a levé un sourcil et a donné une expression quizicale à Sana alors qu'elle a pris le chevalier comme son scout après qu'il s'était porté volontaire. Il était conscient que l'homme était un excellent cavalier, et n'avait pas encore de mauvaise opinion de lui. À part ça, il sentait une étrange colère se lever à l'intérieur de lui. Il semblait que des pensées jalouses pervertissaient son esprit, le remplissaient de colère.
Ce n'était même pas la moitié. Elle a dit au voleur comment ils parleraient ce soir. Sa réaction était pour le moins confuse.
Il regarda Sana quand elle passa près de lui et fit un contact visuel. Il n'a même pas essayé de sourire. Il a gardé une étrange expression quizicale sur son visage quand elle l'a passé. Quand elle semblait sourire, les yeux de Hugh s'éloignaient d'elle. Il était plus que évident à quel point le sourire était forcé et il n'était pas enclin à le reconnaître, laissant son visage devenir droit et sans émotion.
Hugh semblait se fixer pendant un moment, la confusion, la tristesse, la colère et la jalousie le remplissaient. La seule façon de réagir était d'être assis dans sa selle complètement calme, avec des yeux sombres. Pourquoi a-t-elle donné un sourire si naturel à tout le monde? Pourquoi a-t-elle été forcée envers lui? Qu'est-ce que ce sentiment amer a bâti en lui?
Son accent a été complètement coupé car il a laissé le cheval le conduire avec le chariot après Fiona confirmant qu'ils avaient été assez loin devant eux et avaient pris la tête.
"C'est bon pour nous." Il a murmuré. Il n'était pas tout à fait enthousiaste, il avait presque envie de tourner son cheval juste alors et là et de retourner à l'auberge. Peut-être qu'il pourrait s'occuper d'Arianna lui-même, mais qu'est-ce qu'il ferait? Une figure de père et pas de figure de mère? Il a rejeté la pensée et a maintenu sa trajectoire, le long de la route à côté du wagon.
Il a frappé les côtés de Rodger juste un peu et a rattrapé les chevaux qui menaient le wagon, restant à côté d'eux et à l'écoute de Fionna et Tobias. Il n'avait pas grand-chose à dire, sa tête remplie de trop de choses à gérer.
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.