A Day of Splinters and Wrong Turns

Greetings, friends. Bjorn here. Today, the woods of Britain conspired against me. I sought to hone my craft, but my efforts yielded only a pile of splinters and the constant, taunting complaint that I had "not enough boards."

Worse, the very forests themselves seemed to shift and change each time I tried to find my way. My journeys to North and East Forest ended not in foraging, but in bewildered failure, leaving me to wander in circles. A truly trying day. I shall console myself with a stiff drink. The lumber can wait for tomorrow.