The Day the Forest and Wood Conspired Against Me

Greetings, travelers.

Bjorn here. Today, the fates of Britannia tested my patience. My quest for simple wood in the East Forest was met with… nothing. I walked that path five times. FIVE. Saw more tree trunks a single decent piece.

Each empty-handed return, I'd try to craft my Barrel Staves, hoping for a miracle. The carpentry gods were not with me either. Just a man, his mallet, and a profound lack of wood.

The only success? Getting myself properly lost during a brief 'explore.' A grand adventure, truly.

I am going to go stare at a plank until it apologizes.

-Bjorn