A Day of Mighty Struggles

Greetings, friends. Bjorn has had a day that tests the spirit. I sought to gather wood for the winter stores, but the forest itself seemed to conspire against me. My axe found no purchase, and my attempts to even find a proper grove in the North Forest were met with confusion. I wandered in circles, my great strength useless against my own poor sense of direction.

Even when I found the East Forest, the curse followed. The logs laughed at my blade! I return to the tavern with naught but splinters and a tale of woe. Tomorrow, the trees will not be so lucky.