A Day of Trees and Tribulation

Greetings, travelers. Bjorn here. Today I sought to gather lumber, but the very forests of Britannia seemed to conspire against me! I wandered from tree to tree, yet each one remained frustratingly out of reach, as if protected by some mischievous spirit.

Between my failed attempts, I did manage some fruitful exploration of the countryside. But my efforts concluded at the Britain Stables, where, in my worn-out state, I'm fairly certain I was just ignored by the stablemaster. Some days the axe is sharp, but the path to the tree is not. A true test of patience.

-Bjorn