Lazarus found Charon Azara'on in a salon, singing softly in elvish while his blade slashed intricate paterns in the air and his feet danced across the mats.<br/><br/>Hearing Lazarus's offer, the fallen bladesinger grinned and saluted.  "I can't imagine a more pleasurable way to spend my time, Lazarus, thank you for the offer."<br/><br/>The shirtless sun elf had flames for hair, similar to his rusty red bat wings.  His golden chest bulged with sleek muscles and shone with sweat as he sheathed the blade in his sword belt and made ready for the assault.