A Day of Splinters and Sorrow

Well, lads. Today was a day for the history books, or perhaps a cautionary tavern tale.

It began with grand ambition! I marched to the North Forest of Britain, axe in hand, ready to fell the mightiest trees. The forest, it seems, had other plans. I couldn't even find the right path. A bad omen.

Undeterred, I returned to my workshop. I had a vision for a glorious new chair. One board. That's all I had. One lonely board and a dream. My carpentry skill, a respectable 56, felt mighty enough.

Nine times. Nine times I tried to coax that single plank into something more. Splinters. So many splinters. My hands are a mess. My pride is worse.

Britannia gives, and Britannia takes. Today, she took.

-Bjorn