A Wanderer's Weary Wheels

Hail, friends. Bjorn here. Today's travels were a strange mix of fortune and failure. My feet found success on the open road, leading me to many a hidden grove and forgotten path. The wilds of Britannia were generous to this explorer.

But by the Eight, the marked locations proved my undoing! Twice the Stables rejected me, a stubborn horse refusing to be tamed. And the Cemetery... a chill wind blew that turned me away from the gate. Some doors remain closed, for now. The road calls again tomorrow.