Lazarus strolls leisurely through the town which he called home. Outside, people viewed it as a curse to be sent to Tarenhaven, but those who actually lived there found that it was relatively peaceful. Wherever he went, he received the smiles and waves of the citizens, to which he responded with a mere nod in greeting. He turned his head for a quick second, just as someone runs right into his chest. His blood red gaze drops to whoever it was. "Easy there, love. Don't want you getting hurt."
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