Lucifer didn't know rather to ditch Eric at the nearest pub or kill him. Eric for the most part, was unaware of Lucifer's dilemma as he was busy singing yet another tavern song. If he wasn't singing, he was talking. If he wasn't talking, he was getting them into trouble. Lucifer lost count of how many bandits they had to run away from cause Eric had insulted them. On purpose. Just so he could get into a fight. At least that was Lucifer's thinking. Eric's thinking was more along the lines of the bandits were stupid enough for them to spot them, they were stupid enough to be insulted.<br/><br/>So when they entered Riverwood, one of them had a headache and the other wanted a drink to sooth their throat. It probably wasn't too hard to guess which was which.<br/><br/>"Come on! I know where this tavern is that we can stop in and rest and get a drink." And maybe steal a few purses was Eric's unspoken thought there. Lucifer, not knowing how to escape, just sighed and rubbed his forehead. He had learned it was just easier to agree with Eric than to try and disagree. Namely cause Eric would just go do it anyway.<br/><br/>"Fine. But you start a fight, I'm not backing you up."