Lazarus had since left the guild hall, and flew outside to sit on a tree branch to relax and compose himself. The others had come outside again to talk. He knew he shouldn't, but he decided to listen in anyway. After hearing the conversation topic, he was sort of ruffled a little. After being unable to hold himself back any longer he shouted down from the tree. "It's as if you're interviewing for the S class role..." He grunted. "You shouldn't have to ask people why they deserve it. If it is not instantly apparent that they are S class material, they don't deserve it. S class should go to somebody who eats and breathes phoenix wing. They should be able to die happy that they have protected the guild or one of its members. S class has nothing to do with strength. S class means to have a phoenix's soul. Heaven would frown upon a decision for this matter based upon interviews." He grunted and butted out, back into the tree.