The Saga of Bjorn the Un-Lumberjack

Hail, friends. Bjorn here. Today, I sought to fill my pack with fine lumber. I wandered between the East and North woods, my trusty axe in hand, but the trees... they defied me. Every swing was a miss, every path I took seemed to lead me right back to where I started. I am beginning to suspect the very woods are cursed, or perhaps it is my axe that has developed a fear of timber. A frustrating day, but I am not deterred! Tomorrow, the trees will not be so lucky.