From d8c13adf86ae2f3e8230ad994ffd9fe4d833ff32 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2023 18:25:05 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/belek.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/belek.md b/writing/belek.md index ad882779..3da6788e 100644 --- a/writing/belek.md +++ b/writing/belek.md @@ -123,7 +123,7 @@ The monk quickly shook his head and pressed the book forcefully back into their "Leave. The monastery thanks you for your work but you must leave at once. You must be away by nightfall. Perhaps then the librarian shall recover, but..." And with that, the monk rushed off. -Belek stumbled numbly to the refectory and picked up the small bag of coins left atop their cap and cloak. The whole monastery seemed to be rushing to the library, and suddenly the advice to leave seemed extraordinarily prudent. They continued on to the dormitory where the rest of their belongings lay, shouldered their pack, and were on the road north before the sun began its long, slow decent toward evening. +Belek stumbled numbly to the refectory and picked up the small bag of coins left atop their cap and cloak. The whole monastery seemed to be rushing to the library, and suddenly the advice to leave seemed extraordinarily prudent. They continued on to the dormitory where the rest of their belongings lay, shouldered their pack, and were on the road north before the sun began its long, slow descent toward evening. They bivouacked in the lee of a patch of scrub and it was by the rude light of a small, dry fire that they read the book that was their gift.