Lazarus nodded. "Yes master, heaven's judgement will cast itself upon them." For those who hadn't already realized, Lazarus' constant use of the word 'heaven' was a habit of his. "I will do my best to find them." He turned, about to take off, before Sasha had stopped him. She offered him the communication lacrima. He smiled. "Thank you, I will report back with anything I find." He spoke elegantly. He took the lacrima and tucked it under his white jacket. 

"Wing formation." His angel wings sprouted and fluttered outwards, stretching to their full span. He turned his head to Sasha, "When we get back to the guild, have a drink with me." He said it in such a manner that he sounded like he was asking her on a serious date, yet still allowing himself to pass it off as a friendly drink in the guild house. He winked, before bending his knees, and shooting into the sky. 

It didnt take him long to reach where the boat had been docked. It wasnt anywhere to be seen. And it couldve gone in any of many directions. He sighed, fluttering in one place. There was only one thing he could do. Search with some graft. He shot out full speed, searching with his eyes, just trying to sense magical power anywhere.