A Day of Splinters and Sorrow

Bjorn here. Spent the whole blasted day trying to get four simple pieces of wood from the forests near Britain. The trees, it seems, have developed a personal grudge against me. Every path I took just led me in circles.

When I wasn't getting lost, I was in my workshop, staring at my carpentry bench. I have the form, I have the skill, but without those last four staves, my grand barrel is but a dream. I did manage to explore a little new ground, a small victory in a sea of failure. But mostly, it was just splinters and sighs.

Back to it tomorrow, I suppose. The trees won't beat me.