Eight Times Around, No Trouble

By the Eight, what a day. Laced up my boots at dawn and just... kept walking. Cleared out the old tomb north of Yew, charted a new stretch of coast near Trinsic, and found a hidden glade that isn't on any map. Eight successful expeditions, not a single bandit ambush or angry bear. The roads are suspiciously quiet. Almost too quiet. Think I'll go out for a ninth. A man can get used to this kind of luck.

• Bjorn