Faolan had spent the next two days work and returning, eating, then working and returning again. This was the routine he had missed whilst stuck confined to his cabin on the ship. Lucien was good company, of course, but Faolan valued the chance for alone time and physical expression. The two did not speak of their plans, nor did he overhear any more conversations between the Priest and Lucien. It seemed the lad was waiting until the opportune moment. He doubted they had had the conversation while he was working, the two seemed amicable enough, though still slightly strained, it had lessened a bit. Although, he could sense Lucien's excitement and his need for action.

Finally, the day came when he was to depart. He had picked up some supplied from the local grocer, along with some new cleaner clothes, and filled his bag as full as he could. If he ran out of food, he could always hunt and fish, though he wasn't very interested in that these days, even on the road. His bag was sitting next to the breakfast table, and he was just finishing his last swallow of beignet when the priest spoke up.

In response, he kicked the bag next to him and nodded. [color=a36209]"Mmhhmm, all packed."[/color] There was a small pause as he reached into his pocket and placed several bills onto the table between them. [color=a36209]"Happy to help. I don't have much left over from my supply run, but here is something for your trouble in keeping and feeding me, I do appreciate the both of your hospitality."[/color] He looked between the two men, his eyes lingering on Lucien for a moment.

After this, he got up and slung his bag over his shoulder.