Hugh nodded at the thief's answer, a scowl still gracing his face. He didn't mean to scowl, it just stayed there after hearing what the man had to say of Sana a few moments ago. He simply vented his anger in fist clenching, drinking some of his coffee. He felt a little crack on the coffee mug, which he quickly set down. 

The little conversation didn't last long, as Hugh had no response to the thief's words, only taking them and keeping them in mind. The thief had found more interest in conversing with a random stranger whom was wearing the same clothes as him, or something along those lines. The wizard appeared to have joined them and conversed with the thief, seemingly ignoring Hugh for the most part.

Hugh simply played with the cup, staring into the drink as reminiscence played through his mind. His mind drifted through the day and the past, reflecting on the trigger from earlier. His mind was a storm of thoughts and memories. He had no control as his mind went through darker places in his life.

The man's attention was quickly diverted by the sudden rise of the thief, as he headed off towards the window. It appeared to be from some commotion occurring outside, as Hugh followed suit. He walked up behind the wizard, taking his time. Though his eyes grew tired as he noted the crowd of rather ugly looking creatures and men, seemingly intent on causing trouble.

He groaned and headed back over to where he had left his coffee. He took the chain mail shirt and put it on, followed by his pauldrons. He didn't care whether or not they were going to fight him, he wasn't in the mood for getting stabbed again, as he was too tired for the work. He finished up his task with donning his weapons, his battleaxe slung across his back.

He strode outside, coming in after the others, as they seemingly lined the street in front of the inn, looking ready to take on this group of prolific miscreants. Hugh sighed and stared at the new group, feeling more tired than usual. "Y'all must be trippin'." He said, sounding like some inner city commoner. 

His words were quickly followed by two hyenas, running straight towards him. "Mutha fucker-" His fist soon met the body of one of the hyenas, as both of them jumped at him. One hyena's teeth sunk into Hugh's armor on his shoulder, trying to bite through his chain mail armor. The other was soon lying on the ground on its back as Hugh stepped on it, crushing it underneath his weight. He held onto the other, squeezing it to his chest, hoping that it might break.

The one under his feet was screaming in its odd hyena way, as Hugh broke its ribcage with his weight. Hugh began the process of snuffing its life out, as he began jumping up and down, one hyena in his arms biting into his shoulder, and the other being crushed under his weight. 

It wasn't long before he found the other one to stop screaming, giving him a little bit of a break to rip the one on his shoulder off. He started this process by quickly moving his hands up to the beast's jaws, getting a grip on each one and prying the beast from him. It had done its damage, as the pinch alone on his shoulder caused enough pain and bleeding. It would have been worse had the teeth been fully embedded into his skin, but that wasn't the case.

Soon, victory was his, as he ripped the beast from his shoulder, nearly breaking its jaws. He threw it to the ground and stepped on its neck, crushing its airway, before drawing his falchion and stabbing it into the beast's lungs. He repeated the process with the other one, before standing valiantly over the two creatures.

"Alright, who's next?" He said, the combination of a grimace and a grin on his face, as he used one hand to rub his wounded shoulder.