Greetings, friends. Bjorn here. Today, Britannia tested my patience, not with monsters, but with mere distance and wood. I must have walked the same path to the North Forest five times, convinced a fell beast had eaten the trail. Each time, I simply... arrived back where I started. As if the forest itself was shrugging me away.
Between these walks of shame, my carpentry tools offered no solace. I'd set up, ready to craft, and... nothing. The guild menu, that blessed list of items, simply refused to appear. Just me, an axe, and a block of wood having a very one-sided conversation.
A day of profound failure. But my hammer is still sharp, and my boots are only slightly more worn. Tomorrow, perhaps the forest will remember me, or the wood will finally agree to be shaped.
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