Faolan's eyes widened as he glanced down at Lucien and he paused in his response to process what he'd heard. Envious? Of him? Lucien didn't know what he was saying, that was clear, but still...he knew part of what Faolan had been through just by seeing the scars on his back. Details were unknown to him, of course, but it was obvious to anyone who looked at the Irishman that he had no had an easy life. Freedom for him had come at a cost.

[color=a36209]"Oh, lad, go away out of that. I've had my fair share of scrapes. Travel is all well an' good, but stayin' home is the safer bet."[/color] He couldn't say that he was envious of Lucien, but he could see the sense in a sedentary life. Faolan moved because he had to, not because he wanted to. If he had his way, he'd own a place of his own somewhere in a field, far away from cities and people. That just wasn't in the cards for him.

[color=a36209]"'You have to make the best of your lot.' ...Somethin' me da used to say."[/color] He said quietly, for some reason, memories of his past kept surfacing for him today.