A Day of Dying and... Well, Mostly Dying

Greetings, friends. Bjorn here. Today, I sought to prove my mettle against the restless dead in the Britain Cemetery. I proved, instead, that my mettle is apparently made of cheese. Six times I strode in, and six times I was sent back to the healer, my pride in tatters.

Admitting temporary defeat, I decided to just... walk. I wandered the roads, found a lovely grove of trees east of town, and watched the sun set over the water. No loot, no glory, but sometimes a quiet road and a successful stroll is victory enough. The cemetery will still be there tomorrow. My dignity, however, may need a few more days to respawn.