Faolan's eyes widened as Lucien ran past him to the door, and he watched the Frenchman go before he followed, giving a nod to the priest before leaving.

Once they were outside, Faolan began following his nose to the docks. As this was the afternoon, not many people were out on the streets, but the odd couple the two men made did get a few sideways glances as the made their way through town. Faolan was used to it though, and kept his eyes low as he walked. Despite his stature, he was well-versed at keeping to himself. 

He stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked and glanced down at Lucien when he spoke again. [color=a36209]"Mm, not a problem."[/color] He paused for a moment, unsure if he should continue, but something unknown kept making him speak. [color=a36209]"Being inside all the time, it would make me crazy."[/color]