Lucifer spotted the men in the armor. They were kind of hard to miss. Especially when they stuck out like a dog in the middle of a bunch of mice. An uneasy feeling crawled across his skin. For good reason too. The last time he had seen a bunch of people wearing armor, he was almost beheaded. That was something he very much would like to not repeat. Not so soon after it happened. Leaning down to ask Eric if this was a good idea, he almost fell over. Eric wasn't there. Lucifer looked around frantically and could have strangled him as he finally spotted Eric.<br/><br/>Eric was happily weaving his way through the crowd and towards the bar. He wasn't worried about the armored people. He knew he could get out. No problem. Picking up a drink, he wondered over to the bard and the town drunk. It wasn't long that he start to join in on the singing. Which made Lucifer wince as he moved towards the bar himself while still keeping away from the armored group. "You better not get us in trouble Eric. I have no desire to go back," he muttered under his breath.