A Day of Splinters and Stumbles

Hail, fellow adventurers. Bjorn here. Today's grand plan was to master the carpentry gump and harvest lumber in the North Forest. The gump, however, seemed to have taken a holiday. Tried to call upon it five times. Five! Not a single splinter of success.

Between attempts, I thought a walk in Britain's North Forest would clear my head. It did not. My sense of direction failed me just as utterly as my crafting. Got lost. Every. Single. Time.

A day of glorious, repetitive failure. My axe is dull, my pride is bruised, and I am thoroughly sick of trees. The tavern calls. Perhaps my luck is only with ale.