It was a dreary night in the main square in Gilneas. More so than usual. Huberion had just returned from a scouting mission outside the wall. As if the undead lurking outside and testing their defenses weren't enough, the rebels decided to stir things up. A small group of rebels had somehow made it into the eastern district of the city and stolen vital supplies. They were armed with muskets.
Huberion under orders from Greymane himself was sent to scout outside the wall in the east.
"Huberion! Git in 'ere the little ones miss you!" yelled Margaret his wife and mother of his three lovely children. Huberion looked up to see three small figures charging him as he entered his home. Molly grabbed his legs, Hope ran up and hugged his waist, and finally Foster in a running tackle got him to the ground. Huberion laughed as he children hugged tightly asking that he not leave again. He wrestled with them till he gained the upper hand and stood back up with all three hanging off him. "Give yer old man a break he's been fightin' the dead all night" Margaret said loud enough to be heard above the children's laughter. The three let go of their father each kissed him in kind and ran up stairs.
"This was a rough one, I can tell from the look in yer eyes. Do I even want to know?" Margaret said hiding trying to hide her worry. Huberion simply shook his head. He walked up to her sitting by the hearth and kissed her. "There's a nice bit of pork left over, the kids hid scraps from their own plates for ye" Margaret returning to her crochete. Huberion smiled and kissed her again affectionately. "Keep it up ser and you'll there'll be hell to pay when the little ones go down for the night" margaret warned him. Huberion smiled, "Don't tempt me".
Huberion found his way to the kitchen. On the table sat the chunks of pork and also some potatoes and herbs. Huberion sat down and scarfed down his meal. "Are our littles ones safe Hub?" Margaret asked with clear worry dripping from every word. Huberion looked up from his plate and met her eyes. "Greymane is confident and with what I reported he is making adequate preparations" Huberion said coldly. Margaret sat down and faced him eye level, "Those are the words for the public Hub, I am not the public" Margaret sternly returned. Huberion signed and his fell into his hands. He looked back at her, "Things are getting bleak, the rebels are gettin' busy but worse...the dead...something's not right. We go several nights without picking up any hint of them, then we'll spot one of those Forsaken bastards poking around and track a shipment or strange herbs and even rotten meat to the dead bastards" Huberion took a bite of pork after the last word.
"What do you think it is?" Margaret asked softly putting her hand on his. "They're preppin' for something, something big I'd wager. You and the little ones should get out of the city." Huberion gripped her hands in his. "You ain't gettin rid 'o me that easy Hub, and I'm defiently not leavin' on the chance things turn out okay and that Betsy gets a crack at ye!" Margaret retorted. The woman Margaret refers to is actually a slightly younger woman who had a flame for Huberion in his rougish early days and her name is actually Britana. Betsy is a cow, who has won several local competitions.
Huberion laughed, "She ain't the mother of me little ones and she ain't you". Margaret scoffed but let it go. "Either way I ain't leavin' ye and I know you ain't leavin' yer duties behind". Huberion nodded. He thought for a moment out loud, "I may for me family", he returned to eating his dinner.
Huberion finished his dinner and put himself to clean his plate and utensils. Margaret came over and shoved him out of the way. "Go upstairs the little ones will never get to sleep without their father tucking them in" Margaret smiled and kissed him. Huberion smiled and turned to walk upstairs, he could make out the sounds of his children playing. Huberion walked up in time to see the three of them chasing each other in and out of the bedrooms. They all three immediately stopped when they saw him. "Time for slumber, gather in yer beds, I've got a story to tell ye" Huberion exclaimed. The story part drew giggles and jumping around from excitement from his children. They all ran into their room and sat in their beds.
Huberion proceeded to recount a tale of knights and dragons to his children. He kissed them each in kind and then went to turn in for the night.