As soon as Raistlin was shown to his room, Caramon took this chance to get to know the beautiful Lady of the Tower. "So, Lady..." Caramon attempted a nonchalant tone and failed. "Do you have a name?"

"Perhaps I do, perhaps it is not for your human ears to hear, and perhaaaps..." The elf-maiden trailed off. "Perhaps I think that you are so dashing, and that I know that you think I am the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, that I'm scared to tell you my name, Caramon of Solace Wood."

Caramon stood in a shocked, pleased silence after hearing these words.

"Shandra."

"Pardon?"

"My name is Shandra, but if you want, you can call me Shandi."

Caramon and Shandra talked the entire way to his room, which happened to be one floor up and nearly all the way across the tower from his brother. Caramon was rather displeased with this arrangement, as he considered himself somewhat to be Raistlin's guardian, but he did not wish to come into Shandra's ill graces, so he mentioned nothing of it. He thought to himself, I shall talk to one of the others about getting a room somewhat closer to Raistlin's. His thoughts were interrupted by Shandi's voice. "We are here," She said quietly. "We eat at eight, one, and six-ish. Wake up is about six, and because you will not be taking the tests, you will most likely be put to work insert chiming laugh here. Erm...anything special can be taken care of the gully dwarves, just jangle the bell over the door and they'll hear you. I hope i should see you and your brother at lunch tomorrow, as I eat my breakfast in my fathers chambers usually. See you then!". And with these words, she stood up as tall as she could and kissed Caramon on the collarbone bared by his travelling shirt.

Caramon blushed a violent red, and mumbled out a few incoherent words that sounded something like "yeh, g'bye". Caramon opened the rich mahogany door emblazoned with a carving that looked something like a celtic knot that looked vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it a long time ago, and it was a vivid memory he couldn't recall...

This thought troubled Caramon through his short snack (a chicken breast and a small head-sized bowl of kendarian salad.) It also interrupted him while he was trying to practice reading Tasslehoff, his kender friend's writing. While he was changing out of his travel clothes, he heard a faint, almost inaudible knock on his door. At first, Caramon thought it must be Raistlin, but then looking outside, he saw it was a perfect full moon, at almost the highest point in the sky, and he knew Raistlin would be in his room or the library committing all manner of complicated spells to memory; this was the fate of all mages, to have to continually commit their spells to memory. Then Caramon's mind flitted to Shandra, and his heartbeat quickened. He went to the door, nearly naked, infact, the only thing keeping him from being naked was a long pair of undershorts which he mostly used for swim wear while travelling. This was one mistake he should not have committed, because, at the door was neither Shandra, nor a friend.

A tall elven looking man was standing at Caramon's door, framed by the light flooding into the hallway from Caramon's room.This particular elf had jet black hair that was quite curly and short, only about an inch long. His eyes were a bright aquamarine color, and he had an angular jaw, matched with full lips that were drawn into a near-sneer. He had an arrogant posture, and had a way of making people fear him just with the way he held himself. He wore a green and white long sleeved lounging shirt and a pair of black slacks that did little to hide the silvery slippers he wore upon his feet. Definitely valuable, Caramon thought, wouldn't want a gully dwarf to get hold of those, you'd have to travel to far Jarva to get those back.

"Caramon of Solace Wood, I presume? I am Laures Maykar. My father is the Master of this Tower. I have heard from my sister of you, dear Caramon. Perhaps-heh, right- you have met my sister, Shandra Maykar?" At her name, Caramon felt the heat rise to his face. "Ah, yes, I see you have. Many men have had this reaction to my sister, very few humans have had the pleasure of talking to her, and even less yet the ability to have an in depth conversation with her before attempting to rape her. I warn you now, if your intentions are even hinting at more than being her friend, then we will have a problem...well, i guess you will. I wont maniacal laugh here be the one with a poisoned spear shoved up my ass...do we understand each other? Yes? Good. This is good. I like you...Caramon of Solace Wood. Perhaps we can talk tomorrow at lunch..." And with these words, Laures peeled himself off of the doorframe, turned, looked back and winked, and then dissapeared into the darkness that was the hallway.

Meanwhile, in the library, Raistlin was burying himself in a powerful magic book. Even though these spells were far too complex for him to perform, he could still learn them. It was intriguing to feel the magic flowing through his veins as he read these words. The ethereal feeling it gave him was better than good food, good wine, too much wine, pretty women, elven women, a good book, or anything, really. The only thing that gave him a better feeling was the way he felt when he had been with her. This mysterious her was so long ago, yet so much in the presence, it confused him. Sometimes he could get so lost in memories that it would take several minutes for Caramon or Tanis to wake him up from his trance. If only he could really remember all of it...if only...