A Day of Splinters and Lost Trails

Hail, travelers. Bjorn here. Today the forest spirits must be angry and the wood is cursed. Spent the whole day trying to craft a simple box. Five tries. Five glorious failures. Just a pile of splinters and shame on my workshop floor.

Between attempts, I thought a walk in Britain's North Forest would clear my head. Couldn't even find the path. Got turned around and lost every single time. I'm beginning to think the trees themselves are moving.

Some days, Britannia just doesn't want you to succeed. Back to the drawing board tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just take up baking.

-Bjorn