Faolan had guessed correctly after all, but he was surprised to learn the boy was Catholic after all. Maybe the Irish didn't trust French churches, that he could understand. If this was true, however, that the boy had been cloistered his whole life, the two men were almost complete opposites. Faolan had spent his entire adult life outdoors, and most of his childhood as well. He had grown up on a farm, learning to fend for himself from an early age. His home was the field and the forest, it didn't necessarily matter where exactly the greenery was located. 

Faolan felt a pang of disappointment for the boy. A sheltered life was no life at all...perhaps that's why he was leaving. Maybe this was some form of escape? Faolan could relate if so. He grunted, his eyes rolling to land on the boy at his shoulder, [color=a36209]"Didn't mean any offence. Just...you don't hide it well."[/color] Although, he was curious, [color=a36209]"They keep you locked up or something?"[/color]