A Good Day, If You Ignore the Barrel Staves

Greetings, travelers. Spent the day wandering the wilds of Britannia. The exploring was grand—found a few interesting glades and a hidden cairn. But by the forge, my luck was cursed! I swear the trees themselves are hiding from me. Every time I set out to gather the last few logs for my barrel staves, I'd either find nothing or my chisel would break. Still four pieces short. I'll get them tomorrow. Or the day after. Or perhaps next year.

-Bjorn