Merlinite was not sure how, but he had ended up with a home. Well, sort of. He was given a room to live in, in secret, in the basement of the library. It was clear that no one really came down here, by how dusty and creepy it was, but at least it was better than hiding in trees and sleeping under shadows. It was a safe haven, and to Merlinite, it was the most beautiful place he had seen in some time.

And he could make it a home for himself.

Camelot had given him the keys to the door and to the extra lock that was chained to the front. He had given Merlinite a quick tour, explaining that the place was once used for storage, but it was too inconvenient and the book shipments were instead taken upstairs, where there were more elevators and routes of access. There were only two ways into the basement. One was a stairwell near the back that led up to the ground, and a door opened up to the back of the library at street level. It was the way Merlinite would enter and exit, as it was out of sight from the main roads and no one inside the library would be the wiser. The other door was on the opposite end of the large space, and led up to the library. It was blocked off and locked up, though, and no one had the keys to it, according to Camelot.

That was a good enough explanation for Merlinite, who knew better than to ask questions about too much. The less he knew, the better, at this point.

In any case, he was welcomed to his new home, and now it was his job to furnish it and make himself comfortable. That involved going back to his old place and harvesting what he could from it, what he might want to help pass the time. He had an endless source of books above his head, of course, and Camelot said not to worry about borrowing them and reading them if he wanted. There was also dvds and games, and computers upstairs that he could use while Camelot was there at night. He could get some electricity easily enough, and a television, and be pretty set up on that front.

As far as bedding went, he just grabbed some sheets and pillows from his old place and made a kind of nest like bed. He did find, with his wing and tail, it was easier for him to sleep curled up like a dog than anything else. It was more comfortable with the changes to his body. It made him feel a bit too much like an animal, but he had to do what he could to balance his human mind and mostly monster body.

After a few hours of work, the dusty basement was beginning to look like a living space. He had cleaned it up, spending most of the day in that effort, and had some bags to throw away later stacked in a corner. He had his bed on one side of the room, and the area for his television and entertainment in another. What else did he need? He did not mind sitting on the floor, so chairs were not really necessary. Maybe a table to do work on, though he was not sure if he could write very much with his big clunky claws.

Maybe he would ask some of his white moon friends what they thought he might need. It was a little exciting, in a silly way, to have a home again. He owed Camelot a lot for it, and he would make sure he was good on his promise to make it up to him, to everyone who helped him.

From now on, Dennis the Half Dragon was an aid to the White Moon, both senshi and knights.