Story Post: Day Eight
The storm that has been brewing for the past several days breaks, soaking the earth with a fantastic quantity of water. All Monks who are outside of the Monestary seek shelter from the rain and lightning, and return to the main building.
I understand that Brother Plorkeryan is off—he muttered something about Drakalor Chain, someplace in Southern Italy, I think. I’ll select a new Assistant Librarian after I weigh the merits of the brothers.
Bucky:
Shouldn’t you move yourself inside, too?