A Day of Splinters and Stumbles

Hail, travelers. Bjorn here. Today, the very land of Britannia seemed to conspire against me. I sought to craft a simple stool, but the carpentry gump remained hidden from my sight, no matter how I pleaded with the tools. In my frustration, I decided a walk in the North Forest near Britain would clear my head. Yet, my feet refused to carry me there! A truly cursed day of failed journeys and absent menus. I am beginning to think the forest itself does not wish to be found, and my hammer fears the sight of wood. I shall try again after a strong drink.