Hugh was relieved to see that he had been forgiven by Sana, or that was at least how he took the gentle squeeze on his knee. He relaxed and sat back and continued to puff on his pipe, keeping a slight haze of smoke around him. He hadn't really thought she would accept his offer of tobacco. It was almost too relaxing anyways, giving him the realization that it was not good for warding off the ailment of sleepiness. Even so, he did not feel so tired as to doze off, but rather letting himself drift off into thought. 

He stared at the smoke, shapes beginning to take familiar forms and make scenes to play with. The scenes were soon turning to memories, as his imagination trailed off to times long gone. He had seen enough hell and misfortune to not wish to dwell on the past, but the past would always haunt him. His sudden choking on his smoke brought him out of day dream land and back into the present. 

Hugh certainly felt at ease. He was with a rather pleasant company of experienced adventurers, all with their own pasts and beginnings. Some with no doubt more peaceful pasts than others, but all just as interesting. 

Hugh enjoyed the music the bard brought, but he wished for fiddle music. It was the instrument he had always enjoyed most, and listened to the most. It was more associated with the taverns and was usually for parties, along with flutes. Harps were for the more elegant and civilized types. 

Finally, Hugh began to drift into sleep, letting his pipe drop from his mouth, still in his hand. He leaned his head forward, slowly, giving way to sleep deprivation. He hadn't even realized he was sleepy, but now, he was just about completely gone from the present. He had tried to return the smile Sana gave him, but he just began to drift off too quickly, nodding in and out of reality.