Rivin slept badly that night, if at all. Every time she dozed off, an image would awaken her. It was different every time, but the message was the same: Death, blood, betrayal. Eventually, she got out of bed, wrapping a night robe around her. She crept past her parent's room, going downstairs into the inn. There, she stopped. She looked around; it had been a long time since she was last in that room. Turning, she saw the stairway leading up to the guest's rooms. There were none tonight; it was not a time of travel, except for Kender. Acting on impulse, she climbed the steps, stopping when she reached a door often visited, but never stayed in. Raistlin's Room. She reached for the handle, hesitating only a moment. Shivering, she opened the door and walked in. It was dark, in his room, the only light coming from outside. Rivin stepped in and closed the door, plunging everything into darkness. Her eyes adjusted quickly, and she walked around, looking at the tokens left for her uncle by other mages. Suddenly overcome by sleepiness, she started to lay down on the floor, to tired to care. The window blew gently open, and a breeze wafted in, caressing Rivin's hair like a hand. She turned into it, shivering. Shrugging, she laid back down, pillowing her head on her arms. She saw a form before her, looking down. She had only a glimpse of a gold tint and white hair before she succumbed to the oblivion of sleep.