A Day of Splinters and Sorrows

Greetings, travelers. Bjorn here. Today was... a test of spirit, I suppose. I sought glory in the North Forest, but the trees themselves seemed to mock me, turning me away at every path. Between my fruitless journeys, I tried my hand at the carpentry bench. Let's just say the only thing I successfully crafted was a mountain of wood shavings. Not a single shield to show for it. Some days, Britannia gives you mead, other days it gives you splinters. Today, I got the splinters. Time to go find a healer... and maybe an axe sharpener.