I seriously don't enjoy reading people's minds—I'd just rather not, due to the kind of things I inevitably discover when I unintentionally go poking around—so I didn't give Eric a deep mind-scrape.
I didn't peel back the layers of his thoughts to see what was festering underneath, but maybe it's because I didn't want to know if he was planning to betray us.
Sometimes ignorance was not just bliss—it was necessary.
I can't have this fun detour end suddenly!
However, from his very subtle expression and mannerism, I perceived Eric just really wanted Heka to register as an adventurer before me, than some treacherous plot.
Hahaha! He was just delaying the inevitable, if that's the case.
When we reached the area of the hall—a section cordoned off by a low wooden railing that had seen better decades, its surface worn smooth by countless elbows and forearms leaning against it over the years—Heka was made to provide some of her information.
