It had been a few solid months in which Lazarus had been gone now, without Sasha. He stood at the door to the guild with a foreshadowing stare. After a few moments, he creaked the door open and stepped inside. His boots clopped on the wood as he made his way a few yards into the guild hall before coming to a halt. His white coat blew in the draft from the open door behind him. This was a huge shock. Nobody had seen him for months, and he had been assumed missing, or just abandoned the guild. He had his arms folded, his eyes squinted a little. "Master, I am home." He spoke directly, looking at master Jamie. "Home. It's heavenly." A smirk almost crept across his face.