Faolan added a dollar to the pile of cash on the table for Father Cyril, and gave the priest a nod and a wave as the two departed. Once they were out of town, Faolan could breath a sigh of relief. It wasn't that he disliked civilization, it was more that it didn't agree with him. Besides, he had interrupted his routine to come back here for Lucien, now he felt as though his journey had finally begun.

Wanting to regain his strength, the Irishman hired the two a ride out of New Orleans. The two agreed to sit in a truck bed as their driver made their way to a town called Eunice. It was about three and a half hours to their destination. Faolan lounged in the back, stretching his long legs out across the bed of the truck, closing his eyes and turning his face to the sun for a bit, feeling his strength replenishing slowly as they moved along. 

About an hour into the drive, Faolan flagged Lucien's attention and leaned in to discuss the "plan". It was best if he was aware of how Faolan's routine worked. He would save the details for...well, possibly forever.

[color=a36209]"So,"[/color] he began, keeping his voice low and grateful for the high bed walls that protected their conversation from the sound of the wind, engine, and prying ears, [color=a36209]"This is how it works: every three and a half weeks or so, I need to go off a ways on my own. Like this last time. I can't take you with me on this...errand, so you'll have to stay behind wherever I leave ya'. Mostly, it'll be in or near town that I leave ya', I don't plan on ditching you in the woods somewhere."[/color] His attempt at a joke sounded a little too serious, Faolan had not yet mastered sarcasm.