A Day of Splinters and Sorrows

Hail, friends. Bjorn here. Today, the very forests of Britain conspired against me. No matter which path I took, I ended up hopelessly lost, my boots caked in mud and my pride in tatters. To soothe my frustration, I thought I'd craft a simple shield. The carpentry gods, it seems, were also not on my side. Splinters were collected, wood was wasted, and the crafting menu itself vanished at one point! All I have to show for the day is a pile of kindling and a newfound hatred for trees. Some days, Britannia just spits in your mead.