Umber

Umber nodded as Mellita spoke, smiling slowly. Very well, so long as your master cooperates, I won't harm him... I just have a few pressing questions I need to ask- Umber broke off in mid-sentence as he felt the ground begin to shudder, the earth heaving as something great and dark and terrible rose up from the charnel depths beneath the graveyard, releasing a great blast of fetid tomb air as the zigguraut rose into the sky.

Umber rolled his eyes skyward, sighing. He covered his eyes with his hands, shaking his head. Kartul always did have a fetish for drama. Umber said without a trace of irony. Well, at least it saves us the problem of searching. Bran, if you think you could manage a flight spell, it would be appreciated.