Lazarus was brought up to be a good boy, a knight as it were. Infact he became one, Sir Lazarus? You must be kidding, what good are virtues in a fight, what goods a code that just counts against you, never for you. He never got the respect he wanted as a knight, he never got the women he wanted either.

That may have been the final straw when his childhood friend, then a court butler, married the woman of his dreams. Well she was soon a widow and his friends death sure did seem suspicious. He was there at the funeral, but he couldn't feel any sorrow, nor could he feel guilt.

He still wanted that woman, but she would have nothing to do with him, at least not so soon after her husband had been killed anyway. She also died under mysterious circumstances and he was at another funeral within the week. This time he did feel guilt, but no sorrow. Why should he be sorry? Was it really his fault that she mad two bad choices? Surely one second chance was enough?

Anyway the knighthood were suspicious so he quit, just turned around and left. If they didn't trust him, believe him, then what was the point of that stupid code of their's anyway.

He slipped into his travelling clothes and picked up his old swords and left. Here he is, running from his past........... no, running from himself