Hugh felt a strange small amount of sadness as his offer was turned down. He had a very charismatic personality, and when he was in a friendlier mood, he would always make sure to take care of people. "No problem." He sullenly replied to her.

He turned and took up the large cup of lager the bartender set before him, and turned himself all the way around to hear the bard's song. He adored music. It brought him out of his own head and made him happy. He began to clap his knee with his free hand and stomp his foot to the music, going along with the dwarf.

"Indeed, it can't be all that bad of a journey." He happily replied to the dwarf. "I say we make merry of what we can!" With that he stood and drank a large amount of his cup and gave a hearty laugh after getting it down. He sat back down and continued to enjoy the music, before the archer surprised him with her company. 

"The name is Hugh." He happily replied. His voice was gruff, as he was an older man, but his face and tone still gave away his cheerful mood. Lacking conversation material, Hugh asked "Would you like a bit a lager from my cup?" He offered the cup to her. The contents fizzled and came bubbling up to the brim. It was an impressive lager to say the least, but Hugh hadn't had anything to drink other than water for a very long time, so it would be enjoyable no matter what.