rolled 6, 2, 6 = 14
The night's disappointment is erased by the morning sun as you eat and set to work again, mulling over various bits of information you've learned from the books you're going through. The Demon of the Deep isn't in the Forest Lore text, but you didn't really expect it to be. Instead, there are things like Roken and Sarroths, resembling Tiger-Bears and Spider-Lizards, respectively. The forest holds creatures far beyond the pitiful, stupid averron.
Work progresses easily and quickly, and by sunset you and the farmers have finished planting/transplanting the third field's windbreak as well. All of the Flashweed has been planted, the meager supply of Beet seeds has nearly run out, and once the load Bem is (hopefully) bringing back is in the ground, the irrigation can start. With this in mind, you return to the story, having the Scotsman escape his captors by turning his artificial leg into a rocket and flying THROUGH the demon swarm, while Jack brings a local overlord down with an army of working men and women brandishing pipe wrenches and hacksaws.
After sunset, you meet with some minuscule degree of success with the glove, learning that the mindset required to 'operate' it is quite a bit different from that which brings you ice. You press it against the wall, imagining repair, and one tiny crack seals in a flash of green. You fall asleep almost immediately, completely drained. It's like going through the same thing all over again. Maybe once you've got a bit more stamina you can start learning more rapidly. Until then, it'll be slow going, but you're happy to be learning. You could never do this kind of thing on Earth, after all.