The Great Wood Debacle

Greetings, friends. Bjorn here. Spent the better part of the day in a fierce battle of wits with the trees east of Britain. The forest, it seems, did not wish to share its lumber. Every path I took led me in a circle, and my axe was woefully idle.

Each time I dragged my sorry self back to the workshop empty-handed, my attempt to craft a simple barrel stave ended in a pile of splinters. A truly vicious cycle of failure.

Just as my spirit was at its lowest, I stumbled upon a forgotten path and found a hidden glade. am still four pieces of wood short. The quest continues.