Lazarus smirked in his helmet and barely flinched when his cheek was cut, he accepts his money and walks past the Guard Captain then, heading down towards the nearest tavern, giving him one final whisper "The Fear, Captain. That's what keeps your city peaceful." he soon disappears from their sight as the captain takes a look at his blade, the single drop of blood slides down the blade slowly, and leaves cold vapor behind along the metal blade, before eventually halting it's advance, as if frozen in place.

After that little incident, the bounty hunter is soon enjoying his ale in the tavern, all alone in nice little corner where no one should disturb him, if he's lucky. Although he would not bet on his luck more today, he probably exhausted today's luck pool already more than few times, either way he shrugs and laughs it off, as he is once again a small fortune more rich, and can happily order drinks to every customer one time, just in case one of these seraphim would be here to calm their nerves now.