A Day of Frustration in the North Woods

By Odin's unkempt beard, what a day. Spent the better part of it trying to craft a simple wooden stool. The item list refused to appear, no matter how I pleaded with the carpentry gump. Five times I tried. Five!

Between each failed attempt, I'd storm off to the North Forest to cool my head, only to get completely turned around and end up right back where I started. It's as if the forest itself was mocking me. My axe is dull, my pride is wounded, and I have nothing to show for it but sore feet. Some days, Britannia, you truly test a man.