A Day of Splinters and Wrong Turns

By the forge, what a day. Decided my humble abode needed a new wooden box. Seven times I tried. Seven times I failed. A mountain of splinters and not a single box to show for it. My frustration was so great, I kept getting lost on the way to the forest for more lumber—and then even on the simple path to the provisioner! I think the gods of carpentry are displeased with me. Perhaps I shall take up basket weaving instead.

-Bjorn