Lazarus

He unfolded his arms. "I think we should return to the guild, and allow this 'time lord' to make his move. There is nothing any of us can do right now if he turns out to be hostile." He looked at Nero. "Under normal circumstances I would agree with you, but we cannot afford to risk losing our remaining power." He nodded towards Sasha. "We're leaving." He turned towards the door, and took a stride, before spluttering, unable to move any further. His chest felt very tight. He was completely breathless. Lazarus thumped to the ground, his skin pale as a ghost, with a green tinge. He could not speak despite trying to get his words out. 

[b][i]Location: Train returning to Magnolia[/i][/b]

In the foot well of the compartment the group sat in, was a small black bottle, with the lid unstopped. As the train ground to a halt, a figure walked past, swiping up the bottle, and checking the label. On it was a simple skull and bones. The figure flipped the bottle in the air, catching it again, before slipping it into their pocket, and exiting the train, grin on their face.