Eric watched from the trees, Lucifer not far behind him. The smell of burning wood reached his nose, but it was faint. Like most smart bands of adventures, they had banked most of their fires for the night. Of course, not before he had found them. A thief like him knew too much about groups like these to not be able to track them down. For once, he was quiet as his eyes scanned the encampment. The archer and the swordsman would be child's play to get past. But if they didn't go soon, they would miss the opportunity when a new fresh of eyes came upon the scene.<br/><br/>Eric didn't want to move just yet. Precious seconds were drifting by, but yet he still did not move. Behind him, he could hear Lucifer shifting around and knew he was getting impatient. Which Lucifer was. He did not know why he was here. Eric didn't need help. And besides that, it was kinda creepy how quiet the other had gotten. Almost like he was a different person. "Why don-" He stopped as he was shushed by the thief. Okay. Talking was out of the question now.<br/><br/>Suddenly Eric spied the tent he had been looking for. It was larger than the others. The leader had to be in that one. And where the leader was, that was where the most valuable items were. Nine times out of ten anyway. So long as other members of the party didn't steal it before then.<br/><br/>"Let's go." His voice was barely above a whisper as he moved through the brush, keeping to the shadows and seemingly to not move at all when in fact he was covering great distances. Lucifer did his best to keep up, but he was a lot slower than Eric...In fact, he was a good three to four feet behind the thief and was cursing under his breath the whole way.