When Eric gets downstairs, he stands with his back toward a wall.
He looks to be in his late teens or early twenties. He has shoulder-length brown hair pulled back in a pony-tail and it looks like he hasn't shaved in nearly a week. You'd guess him to be of average build, but he's somewhat hidden under a bulky coat for traveling. You see a musket strapped to his back and a saber at his hip. He has a backpack and traveling gear.
He looks around with a bit of a nervous grin:
"'Evening, gents. Quite the Cloak and Dagger setup, huh?"
He extends a hand toward one of the people he hasn't met.
"I'm Eric Carlson."
As he extends his hand, you notice a fairly nice, ornate pistol in his belt.