A Good Day, But The Trees Won

Hail, friends. Bjorn here. My day has been... eventful. I walked the wilds and saw much of Britannia's beauty, my luck holding strong against whatever dangers lurked in the shadows.

But the trees... the trees conspire against me! I sought to craft fine barrel staves, a simple task. But each time I gathered my tools, I found myself short just four pieces of wood. Four!

So I journeyed to the North Forest, determined to claim my prize. Yet the forest paths were elusive, turning me back not once, not twice, but thrice! It seems. I shall try again tomorrow. The trees cannot win forever.

-Bjorn