You take a candle from a sconce and touch it to the corner of a book. In moments, your stack is too hot to handle, and you have to drop it. Cinders fly around you on columns of hot air. When you wake, you will have sore patches on your hands.
You take a candle from a sconce and touch it to the corner of a book. Soon, you're holding a merry column of fire. One of the monks hands you his own books, to fuel the fire with their secrets.
