Hugh was taken aback by the newcomers knowledge. It was apparent he had no ill intentions towards Hugh, but rather just so studious. Hugh faltered, "I... I don't know what to say." He said looking at the image Artos had created of the old building. "It looks just like it." He said, with a little bit of remorse in his voice. His emotions began to well up inside of him, as he got a little choked up. "You've seen my old city... in ruins?" He sighed. It was not so surprising, but he had thought those that took it would have taken it over, not burned it and leave it to rot. 

"I suppose it is best it be left untouched." Hugh muttered. He trailed off for a little. He was happy to know that his kind had not been totally forgotten, but Hugh was no longer a Paladin. He had left that long ago, choosing instead to just be a skilled fighter for hire. 

Hugh went over and prepared his horse, removing the saddle with all its accouterments and plopping it on the wagon. He then guided Rodger over to the front of the wagon, leaving him bare backed. He left the harness on his head, and tied his reins to the front. Then he put the wagon hauling harness on him and left it at that. "We'll hook him up when we get started. I'd rather not leave him to hold something when we're not moving." He always made sure to take good care of his horse.

Afterwards, Hugh went around, picking up his armor items and wiping down his falchion, sheathing it after it was satisfactorily cleaned. He then picked it all up and walked over to Sana's guard position. "I can pull shifts with you. You seem so keen on taking it first, I'll wait." He said, only thinking that he was probably not going to fall asleep after all, as he felt restless and had taken a few hours of sleep before the fighting. "If you hear anything, be sure to wake me. Better grumpy than dead." He said with a little bit of a smirk.