Garyn's sleep comes just as easily, but does not stay that way.

He finds himself standing on a windswept plain, blown by ash from Red Mountain. From out of the ash, a tall figure rises, wearing a golden mask and beckoning to him.

"There are many rooms in the house of the Master. Be easy, for from the hands of your enemies I have delivered you."

Now the open plane begins to fade away, and gives way to a dimly lit funeral parlor. He cannot quite see whose body lays upon the plinth...