Faolan spent the first few days of travel simply walking away from town. He had bought a map the day before leaving the Priest's and plotted his way up the road, making sure to avoid any other towns. Each night, he slept under the stars in a small one-man camp, watching the moon swell with each passing night. After he had walked for two days, giving New Orleans and the surrounding populated areas a wide enough berth, he simply sat and waited.

The full moon came and went just as almost every other had. He woke up the next morning, nude, covered in filth and blood that was not his own. Luckily, he was in the middle of the wilderness, and it did not seem he was able to make his way to anywhere that he would be able to harm people. He made his way back to the place he had left his supplies and found them unmolested. Lucky for him, this had been a smooth night...well, as far as he could tell.

He spent a couple of hours cleaning himself in a nearby pool of tepid water, and donning new clothes. He was full, so he did not need to eat breakfast. Instead, he made his way back to the road and began his long walk back to Father Cyril's where Lucien awaited.

On the sixth day, Faolan arrived. He went straight to the Priest's. Dirty and weary from travel, he supposed Lucien wouldn't mind if they spent one more night there and left at the next dawn. Besides, it was nearly twilight when he arrived.

He approached the door, bag slung over his shoulder and deep bags under his eyes, and knocked firmly, but not too loud.