Hugh snickered, "The bedrolls just had it coming!" His smile as charismatic as usual. "But yes, I have seen a good share of fighting. Not all with bedrolls." He grinned. Hugh wasn't too keen on making the conversation about him. His story spanned an era of war and hell. He had been a fugitive from a destructive force once. He made it, but his colleagues were not so lucky. He never knew if anyone else made it. Perhaps this newcomer, Artos, knew of others.

"I used to live with a barbarian tribe a long time ago and we fought other tribes together. They took me in and made me one of their warriors."  That was as far as he was going into his past for the moment. He wasn't too keen on dumping his life story on anyone. "What about you? Been slaying gnolls your whole life? That was some pretty skilled marksmanship." He said, with a smile.

Hugh was enjoying the group, he hoped they would travel far together. The dwarf made good company and would probably be an excellent drinking buddy. The elf bard made the mood always enjoyable with her music. The halfling was great company and could come in very handy as a burglar. The goblin's skill was very different and very useful. The young elf seemed to be going through some kind of angst rebellious teenager stage, but was nonetheless skilled. The drow was all too mysterious, but still a good leader at the head. The newcomer, Artos, seemed very skilled as a magus and knowledgeable on Hugh's past. Then there was Sana the archer, someone Hugh appeared to be taking a liking to.

Just then, he caught sight of the orb pass overhead, taking away the corpses of their foes, and disappearing just as quick. "That can't be good." He said, not completely sure of the orb's origin or being, but he had a very bad feeling about it.