A Day of Wandering and Woe

Hail, friends. Bjorn here. The road called to me today, and I answered. Found some fine trinkets and a bit of coin while exploring the wilds. My luck, however, did not extend to the city. The stables in Britain have become my nemesis; thrice I tried to find a decent mount, and thrice I was turned away. The bank teller was no more helpful, and the cemetery... well, let's not speak of that. My feet are sore, but my pack is a little heavier. A good day, all told.