Hail, fellow adventurers. Bjorn here.
Let me tell you of my day, a true test of spirit. I seemed to be locked in a bitter feud with the very cobblestones of Britain! My quest to simply find just find myself staring at the same blasted fountain for the tenth time.
To preserve my sanity, I’d venture out into the wilds between attempts. Those explorations went well—found a lovely grove and a hidden cairn. But my return to the city always ended the same: another failure at the stables, followed by an equally disastrous attempt to find the cemetery. I swear the shadows themselves were leading me astray.
A day of minor triumphs overshadowed by the sheer inability to find a building. My feet are sore, but my resolve is intact.
Bjorn out.
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