Greetings, mates. Bjorn here. Spent the better part of the day trying to get into the West Britain Bank. Don't ask me why the door was such a foe, but it bested me. Again and again. And again. I think I'm now the most well-known failure at that particular establishment.
Tried to clear my head at the stables. That also went poorly. The only thing that didn't end in shame was a bit of wandering. Found a lovely tree. It didn't try to keep me out.
Some days, Britannia just laughs at you. Back to the bank tomorrow. It will not win.
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