Faolan did his best to ignore the Ringleader's comment as the two walked away, though he caught the word "Irish". It wasn't important right now, and besides, his little "act" had gotten the job done at least. He walked quickly away from the tent, his mouth settling into a deep frown as he did. His fists opened and closed again as fury boiled in his chest. What he had seen...it was despicable.

As the pair slipped behind a tent, Faolan turned to face Lucien, making no attempt to hide his disgust.

[color=a36209]"Thought it sounded that way..."[/color] he said in response to Lucien's observation. He glanced about, though he knew no one was nearby, and stepped closer so he could lower his voice. [color=a36209]"Lucien..."[/color] he struggled for a moment, fighting to find the right words, as usual, [color=a36209]"There was a kid in there."[/color]

Silence hung between them for a moment as he watched Lucien's face fall. 

He continued, describing exactly what he had seen:[color=a36209] "They...I couldn't tell if it was a girl or boy, looked to be about...I don't know, not a teenager. They were in a cage, near the back corner, kind of huddled up. There were snakes in there with it, I couldn't tell if they were alive or dead. And..."[/color] He felt his fists clench again. [color=a36209]"I smelled alcohol coming from it, and...blood."[/color]