Lazarus listened with great interest and worriment to the gentleman that he know realised was the vassal of Mr Blackvein, Clais. Hopefully he did not take offense at his earlier look of disdain, after all he would have expected Clais to be alongside Mr Blackvein and not outside on some pathetically small looking horse. But formalities mattered not now, what with the sounds of it, this philosopher's stone that drew the very power from everything was indeed a real threat. Surely the maker of such a vile weapon must know the consequences of it, and it's untold effectiveness against Necromancers.<br/><br/>A look of slightly concern was clear on Lazarus' pale, alabaster face. He was indeed rather worried about this. The name Rasputin, it rang a bell to Lazarus, though he did not remember much and what was there was spare and patchy at best. Though eh did not doubt that this, Rasputin, chap was certainly capable enough.<br/><br/>The concern on Lazarus' face multiplied by thrice it's previous when a daunting stack of evidence to prove that this lifestone was about, was presented before them all. Drawing forth a particularly interesting series of documents towards himself, Lazarus read over them as he came fully to terms with what indeed this 'Lifestone' meant for all of them, for Necromancy, for the whole universe. Such a weapon was, discouraging, it's use seemed simple, far too simple, yet it's damage could be catastrophic. Shaking his head slightly, he passed on the documents to Belle who accepted them and read them.<br/><br/>Sighing loudly and still softly shaking his head, Lazarus placed his hands in a pyramid shape before listening to the words of Azathur, whom Lazarus understood to be an artificer similar to himself. However, the man seemed to have taken the words he spoke directly from Lazarus' mouth, though granted he said them in a much different manner.