Lazarus listened quietly to the words of those around him. He wasn't one to interrupt them, though in this case the consequences of not knowing of the current situation could be rather dire. The whole situation sounded extremely dire, there was essentially everything to be lost in this should they, or any others with the same intentions as themselves, fail in their tasks to stop the use of this horrific stone. Lazarus began to slowly nod as he listened, taking in what was said as he listened first to his fellow practitioners, and then to the latter readings of Clais from his Tomb of Truth. His words were convincing, that much rang extremely true in Lazarus' mind, for a necromancer, or really anyone for that matter, to stand aside and let the stone by used, was warrant enough to not let live as such...or live at all.<br/><br/>It was readily apparent the Clais and Mr Blackvein had planned their schemes well, and rightfully so given the...problems they would face if failure greeted them in their literal war. There was essentially no choice in Lazarus' mind, to not join and help would in essence be sealing his own fate and losing all that he had obtained in his years, which was an unthinkable ending to his reign. The treasures that were promised, a power above all other people in the world, was wholly tempting and desired. "Indeed, a well devised plan. I would be most willing to assist in it's completion and fruition. Though provided I retain full power of my forces." His tone was confident, and he had faith in the plans of Clais and Blackvein.