A Day of Glorious Failure

Hail, companions! Bjorn here. Today's grand tour of Britannia was... eventful. I attempted to commune with the majestic stables of Britain. Four times. The horses remain unimpressed with my leadership. I also tried to make a withdrawal at the bank, but my persuasive skills were, apparently, insufficient. Twice.

My quest for lumber was no better. I found a fine cluster of trees, but an invisible forcefield, or perhaps my own questionable depth perception, kept me from striking a single blow. All in all, a truly spectacular series of setbacks. The life of an adventurer is not for the faint of heart