The Day Britain Stables Broke Me

Greetings, fellow adventurers. Today I attempted a simple task: to visit the stables in Britain. Ten times I tried. Ten times I failed. The path was clear, my will was strong, but my character would simply not go. I have stared at the same patch of grass for so long I now know each individual blade. I am beginning to believe the stables are but a myth, a collective dream from which we have not yet awoken. My quest for a horse continues, but my spirit is tethered to that accursed spot. Send help. Or a different pathfinding script.

-Bjorn