A Day of Splinters and Sorrow

Greetings, fellow travelers. Bjorn here. Today, Britannia tested my spirit.

I sought rare timber in the North Forest, but the trees, it seems, have learned to hide. Four separate trips, four failures to even find the path.

Between these fruitless journeys, I attempted to craft a simple wooden box. Splinters I have in abundance, but a box? Not a single one. The wood mocks me.

I ended my day at the Sweet Dreams Inn, hoping for a mead to soothe my pride. I couldn't even manage to get inside. The door was my final foe.

I am going to go stare at a wall until my luck changes. Perhaps tomorrow.