Eric noticed the smoke, but had learned that in Salem, unless something threatened oneself, it was best to leave it alone. Some witches were like him, just using their powers to survive. Some tried to save the world. And some were fairly nasty.
"And I don't know where I lie."
Eric finished the last of his bread, smiling as he did. It had been good, better then most food he got.
"Now it's time to go spy on the witch hunters."
Eric spied on the Hunters for several reasons, curiosity being a large one. It was also convienent, as if they ever got around to investigating the incidents caused by him, he could always direct their attention somewhere else. Eric adapted the daft look on his face, and walked over to the church, leaning up against it's side. One of them would come out soon, and he would keep an eye on them.