[Ripples burst across the edge of a fountain like bullseye glass and a figure dressed in solid black rises violently from the water.

Yuber stares around him, wild-eyed. He knows where he is before his mind says the word "Camelot".

Someone owes him answers so he will reach for the throat of the nearest person.]

[During the middle of the night, those who made camp in the chamber might see Yuber leaning against the earthen wall with his arms folded over his broad chest, watching the tunnels ahead.

At his feet a skeletal dragon the size of a wolf lies curled, twitching its tail. Whether it is sleeping or not is hard to tell.

Yuber slept earlier, much to his own annoyance. Normally he doesn't need sleep.

Now he stands guard, waiting to hear any signs of trouble, hoping to hear any signs of trouble. It's been too long since he's had a good fight.]