A Good Day's Work (With A Few Surprises)

Hail, friends. Bjorn here.

Spent the day as I often do, in the quiet company of the forest. My axe bit deep, yielding a fine stock of logs. The sawmill sang its familiar song as I turned them into smooth, clean boards. With my own two hands, I crafted sturdy boxes to carry our wares.

But Britannia is never so simple. Venturing out, I found the path to the stables strangely... absent, as if the very road had decided to hide from me. Later, a wrong turn near the cemetery sent a proper chill down my spine before I found my way back to known paths.

A productive day, though the land itself seems to be playing tricks. Stay vigilant.

-Bjorn