Hugh was completely unsure of why the men he had killed were suddenly mutilated, but he knew the memory it had caused him to relive. He knew it all too well. 

His fear began to subside as he felt the soft hands of Sana bringing him closer to her. He felt relaxed, as he closed his eyes, exhausted from everything. The day had started out so good, but now it had gone so wrong with a simple vision and a bad dream. If he had known what Sana had done, before he had allowed the trigger to affect him, he would have been holding Sana and assuring her that everything would be alright. He would have gone off with her to the camp, but now he was stuck in the town, compromised physically and mentally. His body needed to fully heal. It was nice to have all of the damaged tissue repaired instantly, but the blood was always something he had to regain from rest and relaxtion..

He had lost too much blood, most of it bled out onto the ground or on his shirt, which was now wrapped around Sana's arm. He was now wearing his other shirt that Sana had brought him from Rodger's saddle bags. He was in desperate need of a few new shirts, but this would do for now.

He seemed to fully come back into reality when he felt the soft kiss of Sana, her smell entrancing him, and the taste of her leaving him with slightly extended lips. He looked stupid. Quite stupid. 

The memories of how it was back when Hugh was young and stupid, and he had lost everything in one day, were drifting through his mind. He remembered crying like a child, screaming at the heavens, and swearing up and down about how they would pay for all of this. They would continue to pop up in his mind, pictures of everything that would cause him to shudder and shake it off.

Hugh was alerted by Sana to the whereabouts of his items that he had left in the room. Though he was confused why she had brought them down, as he was under the impression, from when they talked earlier, that they were heading out in the morning. He relented, however, and finally stood up. He shook himself off, and began collecting the strewn items, regardless of the plans. 

Hugh was busy on this task, when he heard a familiar spark in Sana. That familiar spark that filled him with pride. He looked at her and gave a satisfied smile, looking like his usual self from her response to the thief.

Her words soon finished and Hugh went back to putting his gear on and collecting it. He wasn't intent on wearing it all. He just had his weapons attached and slung his chain mail and other clothing pieces over his shoulder. Soon his task was finished; finished in time to watch Sana head off with the others on a party somewhere to fight a personal war.

Hugh sighed, looking onwards, before heading inside the inn. He stopped and survived the room, looking through the smoky haze, before seeing a familiar face. It was the thief who had joined up with them. The one who could talk haughty and then lose all of his calm when a few bad men got killed. Hugh had caused much cruelty, but he had only done what he thought was necessary to survive. 

He remembered acting like he was about to die and lose it all, and how he was sorry it had to be like [i]this[/i] to Sana. He remembered her snapping on him for his cynicism and scaring her so much. He felt remorseful at the thought that he had done that to her. That he had been so stupid as to let the bandit get away and not finish him off, like he should have. He had dropped his guard too quickly.

Hugh walked over to the thief, dropping his gear at the feet of the bar stool. He was no longer wearing any of his gear, including his weapons, it all in a pile on the floor at his feet. He heaved himself over top of the stool, loudly seating himself. Giving a quick request to the host for a cup of coffee. He was considering drinking something far stronger, but decided to refrain for the moment, as his body recovering

Hugh didn't notice that the wizard known as Melvus showing up, until he heard Tobias mention the name of Sana. Hugh nearly snapped at the bad mouthing of her by Tobias, but restrained himself, simply taking to glaring at his cup. He shot a glare out of the corner of his eye towards Tobias at the mention of [i]Big Brute Pally Hugh[/i], not really certain how that name started. Finally, Hugh put his hand on the counter and turned to face Tobias, "What fucking demons?" He said, speaking loudly.