A Day at the Stables (Mostly)

Greetings, travelers. Bjorn here. Today, I sought to travel from the Britain Stables. A simple task, yes? I thought so too.

I approached the moongate. "Go to Britain Stables," I commanded. Nothing. I asked again. And again. And again. I believe I asked nine times. The moongate remained stubbornly shut, offering only silence.

In a moment of pure desperation, I even tried simply "go." It sent me... nowhere. A complete and utter failure.

I have concluded the stables are closed. Or I am cursed. Either way, my feet are sore.