The giant bear of a man rode atop a draft horse, as it was the best horse suited to carrying his weight. The man has been famous for crushing small ponies and wearing out normal riding horses. Draft horses made him look even scarier than he was. He was still a frightening man, not just for his shear size, but by the fact of his very barbaric appearance. He didn't look civilized at all, but looks can be deceiving.

This man went by the name of Hugh Van Halder. A name he would have abandoned long ago if he was not so intent upon preserving a little piece of his lost homeland. A kingdom of men feared far and wide for their brutality. warmongering, and barbaric appearance. The history of the destruction of this kingdom is long and complicated. Its actual reason for its fall is difficult to comprehend, but it was 50 years in the making. 50 years of brutal and relentless war that Hugh was born into. He never talks much of his old homeland, but wishes to lay in its grassy fields once more with his lost love.

Hugh rode towards the meeting area he was told about by a stranger, whom was gathering a group for a journey. He was never really afraid of many people, as he was confident in his own ability to rip their heads off from their shoulders, so he accepted the man's offer. Hugh was packed and ready to go. His bags were filled, waterskins aplenty, packed dried food of different sorts, extra clothing, blankets, and weapons. All that was left was for him to arrive at the meeting spot and meet up with the group. 

He arrived at the gates to observe several other gathering members of the party. He came up to the hitching post and heaved himself from his horse, making a loud thud, without regard to noise discipline, when he hit the ground. He tied his horse's reins to the post and turned to greet the group. 

"Hugh Van Halder. Present and ready." He said, bluntly.