IN the room there is one large window and a piano with a bed in the corner. Itotia's trunks remain unpacked at the foot of the bed.

Itotia changed into soft linen pants and a tunic before taking two daggers and placing one under her pillow, the other in the piano bench. She sat at the piano and tested the keys, finding it was perfectly tuned. She began to play a soft delicate tune to warm up before delving into a more complex song, singing softly along with playing. Music was the closet she had gotten to sleep in some hundred years.