When Halwyn said he lived at the Capital, Lazarus first widened his eyes, then he smirked, and by the time his friend had stopped talking, Lazarus started to giggle. He didn\'t often giggle, he more often chuckled, but this couldn\'t be described as anything but a giggle, for it was somewhat girlish and bordered on hysteria. It turned into a full belly laugh, which had Lazarus rolling over onto his back and clutching his sides.
The Capital, of course. He could almost consider it the centre of this city, the heart, perhaps.
"I\'ve taken over a house not far from here, to the east," he said once his laughter died down, though a few snickers remained to punctuate his sentences. It was a lie, also, for he\'d found himself an abandoned caravan and had been sleeping in there, while he\'d been checking out houses in the slightly better part of town, shopping for something more worth his while. "I\'m not particularly attached to it, so I can get myself something closer to you. Unless you have a spare room you\'d like to offer me," he stated, wondering if his friend would offer Lazarus the easiest path. The fact he had a female pet annoyed him, but he could stomach Fifi as long as she was appropriately respectful.