Greetings, adventurers. Bjorn here. Today, the forest north of Britain has bested me. Six times I sought its bounty. Six times it spat me back onto the road, my pockets full of nothing but shame and a few pathetic twigs.
Frustrated, I thought to craft my frustrations away. The carpentry gump, however, had other plans and refused to even show itself to a weary soul. In a final act of defiance, I returned to that accursed forest. It, of course, rejected me once more for good measure.
Defeated, I went to check the bulletin board for simpler work, but even that simple task ended in failure. My final attempt to craft a simple wooden shield resulted in... well, I don't actually know. It just vanished. The wood, my tools, my will to live. All gone.
I am going to go stare at a wall now. Perhaps it will be a foe I can best.
Bjorn out.
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