Faolan nodded at Lucien's response. Wow, that had been easier than he thought. [color=a36209]"Mmhhmm..."[/color] he grunted, [color=a36209]"I'll try to keep it short, but it can be hard to gauge."[/color] He paused again and his leg slowly stopped bouncing. [color=a36209]"Give you time to...talk to the Father and get everything sorted."[/color]

He glanced at the clock on the mantel. Nearly time. He stood, [color=a36209]"I've got to get to work at the pub, I'll see you in the morning."[/color] It was settled then, as far as he was concerned. If he was able to come back for Lucien after his...errand, he would do so. If not, well, it wouldn't be his problem if he wasn't able. It would probably mean he was dead.

He kicked his bag under the couch, where it would be safely untouched, and made his way out of the front door.