Faolan had eaten his fill and made his way into the living room, grunting a thanks to the priest as he laid the blanket on the couch. He looked to Lucien as he wished him goodnight and nodded as well, letting his eyes linger on the lad for a moment before he left the room. What [i]were[/i] these priests so insistent on keeping a secret from the world...?

After the young Frenchman and his protector left the room, Faolan kicked his shoes off, and it was then that he noticed how warm and humid it was in the house. He was used to this, back home, and obviously in the ship, but he took him by surprise all the same. He took his shirt off, laid it on top of his bag, and spread out on the couch. His feet hung over the edge, but he was used to that too. After a few moments, he was asleep; nothing like a long day of travel and a hot meal to relax him.

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The next day, Faolan awoke at dawn with the rest of the house. The three men ate a simple breakfast, and eager to get to work, Faolan made his way to the church with the pair of Holy men as well. The priest showed them what needed doing, and left them to their work, although a little reluctantly. Faolan directed Lucien as best he could with helping clean out some of the excess and organize everything. Despite the fact that the Frenchman was not nearly as strong as he, and Faolan had never been one for taking charge, the two got the job done remarkably fast. The pair finished by lunchtime, and the Priest was completely flabbergasted. He had no idea what to have them do next, so they spent the rest of the day helping with the regular chores. Faolan's rest was even better that night, it had been a good day.

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But he couldn't spend all his time at the church. Once they had awoken and eaten, and finished with their daily hygiene practices, Faolan announced to the room, in rare fashion: [color=a36209]"I'll be heading to the docks today, maybe have a walk about town, see what I can find in the way of work."[/color]