Faolan was relieved that the door had been answered so quickly, he had been walking for the better part of a week, and though he was used to it, the change had left him drained.

[color=a36209]"Dia duit,"[/color] he said quietly, [color=a36209]"What's the craic?"[/color] and stepped inside as Lucien held the door. He nodded a hello to the priest, but sensed the tension in his tone. He guessed that they had had the fateful conversation after all. He needn't concern himself with that, as long as he was welcome in the house, he would take the offer and keep his mouth shut.

He sat down on the couch immediately, leaning into the back of it as he dropped his bag on the floor and began to untie his boots. [color=a36209]"Hm,"[/color] he grunted at Lucien's question, [color=a36209]"M'fine. Been walkin' quite a bit, sleepin' in the dirt. Just banjaxed, that's all."[/color] His thick accent had reduced his speech to a near mumble, making him much harder to understand than before. He just wasn't in the mood for enunciating. His hair was tousled and dirty, and a growth of beard peppered his chin. It was clear that the travel had not been easy, although Faolan wore it pretty well, considering.