"You may follow me if you wish, for the man is alive." Lazarus replies and glances at the guard."But, I decide the route we are taking, and wise would it be if you, nor no one else, will try to stop me." He finishes and glances around the streets before he resumes his walk. Then all out of the blue he asks from the guard."There wouldn't happen to be anything..interesting, going on around here? Something big, something for the crowds?" His head turns to look at the guard as he waits for his answer, taking his time with the travel towards, assumingly at least, the holding cells, and to the Council. While he waits for the reply, he observes his surroundings and shakes his head a bit, for he knows not where he is at the moment."A while.." He mutters under his breath and gives his now squirming prisoner an firm squeeze, briefly cutting his air off."Oh be patient Ladykiller, you'll be off of my grasp soon enough..."