Hail, travelers. Bjorn here. Today was a day of curious contrasts. The wilds of Britannia were generous my wanders. My map is fuller for it.
Yet, the cemetery outside Britain remains a mystery that scoffs at my efforts. Three times I sought entry, and three times I was turned away by some unseen ward. The stables, too, denied me. The fates clearly do not wish me near the city's stonework today.
The road rewards the persistent time is right. I shall return when the omens are better.
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