Eric was not having a good day. Everything was going great and now he was stuck here, in the middle of nowhere tied to a tree. "It will be a simple job he said. We could use the gold he said. Should have killed the bastard when I had the chance," he rambled on annoyed with what his former 'comrade' had done to him. "Our hero, our hero. Claims a warrior's heart. I tell you, I tell you The Dragonborn comes," he sang the old song the bard at his favorite bar loved to play. As he sang to himself he wiggled in his bonds trying to get free before finally giving up and relaxed content to continue his song. He was quite the sight, as he sat their tied to a tree by the road singing like some drunk in a bar.