Hugh s'est réveillé par un faisceau de lumière se laissant entrer dans la pièce et une plus petite figure encadrée se recroquevillant à côté de lui. Il s'est détendu alors que cette personne se blottit près de lui, enterreant sa tête dans sa poitrine et se plaignant de l'arrivée du matin. Il a bien compris, mais si ce n'était pas pour qu'elle soit là au lit avec lui, il pourrait se lever et se promener. Il était très éveillé, car il avait eu un très bon sommeil la nuit précédente, et il s'était habitué à avoir le cadre de Sana Rawn contre lui chaque fois qu'il dormait.
Il a roulé son cadre, faisant face à Sana, et la laissant enterrer sa tête dans sa poitrine. Il enveloppa ses bras autour d'elle, et laissa son menton reposer sur le dessus de sa tête, fermant les yeux, et prenant un souffle lent entre et dehors. Il a apporté une main vers le haut de ses cheveux en train de le gâcher un peu, pas que c'était dans un style particulier à l'heure actuelle. Ils dormaient, après tout.
Hugh attendait avec impatience un petit déjeuner. Peut-être des œufs de poulet frits avec du pain et du fromage. Bien sûr, c'était le repas qu'il avait fait régulièrement pendant que les deux étaient sur le sentier, mais pas les œufs de poulet, loin de ce trou d'enfer dans le sud. Ils avaient besoin de s'éloigner des gens qu'ils ne pouvaient plus supporter la présence et une guerre qui n'avait aucun but.
Peut-être que l'auberge faisait le petit déjeuner comme ils étaient là, si c'était quelque chose pour cette ville. Après tout, ce serait merveilleux. Le petit-déjeuner au lit serait peut-être mieux, mais Hugh n'aimait pas particulièrement l'idée que quelqu'un vienne dans la chambre et le dérange avec Sana. Cela irait sans dire, comme il se sentirait très contrarié par quelqu'un ennuyant leur intimité. Oreillers et tout objet lourd à portée de main trouveraient sûrement son chemin vers n'importe quel intrus, quel que soit le chemin qu'ils ont pris pour entrer.
Pour l'instant, Hugh profitait de ce moment. Il lui sourit à quel point elle était ennuyée par la lumière, mais il n'en avait pas moins été perturbé quand il s'était réveillé. Maintenant, il avait l'impression de la protéger. "Mmmmm, bonjour soleil." Il s'est bagarré peu après ses paroles. Il n'était pas une personne du matin, mais aujourd'hui il avait été le premier à se réveiller entre les deux.
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.