A Tale of One Sore Backside and Many, Many Words.

Greetings, friends. Bjorn here. Today's lesson: never trust a stablehand in Britain who says a horse is "spirited." The beast was more spirit than steed, and I am now better acquainted with the cobblestones. My pride and my rear end are both bruised.

Seeking less violent company, I sailed to the isle of Hulryung. Let it be known I have become something of a local celebrity there. I must have given the same speech about the virtues of valor and mead ten times over to the same handful of villagers. They applaud every time. Either I am a truly gifted orator, or they are very, very bored. Either way, my ego has recovered.

Until next time, watch your step at the stables. ~Bjorn