A Day of Utter Bank Nonsense

Greetings, mates. Bjorn here. Spent the better part of the day trying to get into the West Britain Bank. Don't ask me why the door was such a foe, but it bested me. Again and again. And again. I think I'm now the most well-known failure at that particular establishment.

Tried to clear my head at the stables. That also went poorly. The only thing that didn't end in shame was a bit of wandering. Found a lovely tree. It didn't try to keep me out.

Some days, Britannia just laughs at you. Back to the bank tomorrow. It will not win.