correctly name the moons

game/modules/tome/data/chats/jewelry-store.lua

@@ -125,7 +125,7 @@ I will not make you pay a fee for it since you helped me so much, but I am afrai
 newChat{ id="quest",
 	text = [[#LIGHT_GREEN#*He quickly looks at the tome and looks amazed.*#WHITE# This is an amazing find! Truly amazing!
 With this knowledge I could create potent amulets. However, it requires a special place of power to craft such items.
-There are rumours about a site of power in the southern mountains. Old legends tell about a place where a part of the Winterglow Moon melted when it got too close to the Sun and fell from the sky.
+There are rumours about a site of power in the southern mountains. Old legends tell about a place where a part of the Wintertide Moon melted when it got too close to the Sun and fell from the sky.
 A lake formed in the crater of the crash. The water of this lake, soaked in intense Moonlight for eons, should be sufficient to forge powerful artifacts!
 Go to the lake and then summon me with this scroll. I will retire to study the tome, awaiting your summon.]],
 	answers = {

game/modules/tome/data/lore/misc.lua

@@ -306,7 +306,7 @@ newLore{
 	name = "Rassir's journal part 1",
 	lore = [[I have come to see the moonstone again. My younger brother Limmir understands a little of my obsession with it, yet the others do not care. I have tried to explain how it is of importance to Aeryn, but she simply asked if she could make a sword from it. Bah! Such stupidity from that grunt fighter.
 
-Our ancestors found their powers from the intense study of the stars, yet the people these days seem only to care about their applications in battle. I know our position with the orcs is grim, but we must not forget our roots in the celestial sphere! Only by sun, moon and stars do we find knowledge and power in life.
+Our ancestors found their powers from the intense study of the stars, yet the people these days seem only to care about their applications in battle. I know our position with the orcs is grim, but we must not forget our roots in the celestial sphere! Only by sun, moons and stars do we find knowledge and power in life.
 
 Ah well, I shall at least be able to study here in peace. The ring of invisibility I have crafted affords me cover from any orc patrols, and the caves around the moonstone are quiet enough. I have set up my telescope in the open air of the Valley of the Moon itself.
 

game/modules/tome/data/lore/zigur.lua

@@ -73,7 +73,7 @@ newLore{
 
 One day however several people in the town fell ill from a mystery disease. Rumours spread that my potions were to blame, and people stopped coming to my shop. My business was in ruins, and I soon ran the risk of becoming destitute. Then one of the elders died, and though he had been ill for some time, I was blamed for his death. People said I had laid a hex on him, and murmurs arose of witchcraft.
 
-I still remember how peaceful the evening had seemed when the townsfolk came for me. I was looking up at the brightness of the stars and the clear crescent summerglow moon, thinking of how I should restart my business, when I heard shouts from the distance. I saw the crowd appear from round the corner, advancing with their torches. I screamed for help, but they broke through my door, smashed through my windows and grabbed me. They dragged me outside and set their torches to my house. I was stripped to my skin and beaten heavily whilst they cursed and jeered, and even the man who had been my fiancé spat on my face and cursed me.
+I still remember how peaceful the evening had seemed when the townsfolk came for me. I was looking up at the brightness of the stars and the clear crescent Summertide moon, thinking of how I should restart my business, when I heard shouts from the distance. I saw the crowd appear from round the corner, advancing with their torches. I screamed for help, but they broke through my door, smashed through my windows and grabbed me. They dragged me outside and set their torches to my house. I was stripped to my skin and beaten heavily whilst they cursed and jeered, and even the man who had been my fiancé spat on my face and cursed me.
 
 They pulled me over grass and stone to the town square, and though half-blinded by the tears and my swollen flesh I could still make out the wooden stake they were erecting. I tried to cry out, I tried to beg for mercy, but their response was to hold me down by my throat and pull out my tongue with the blacksmith's tongs. As I coughed up blood they put me against the wooden pole and used barbed cords to tie my wrists to it above my head. The pain was unbearable and I passed out, and did not wake until I could feel the burning at my feet. The crowd were cheering as the smoke began to wrap around me, and they cheered louder with every pained scream I released from my lungs.