Good ending! There's a similar medieval legend about a cursed city (I've forgotten the name and can't find it) that appears once every hundred years for a day and night. If a stranger enters but does not lift the curse within that time, he has to stay forever.

This village was everything the last one had not been, and Raistlin was surprised at the contrast. The houses were broken down, the road was unpaved and the one inn refused to let them in until Dalamar threatened to blow the door down.

Heh. Contrast indeed! Poor mages...