Greetings, fellow adventurers. Bjorn here. Today I undertook a great quest to gather lumber from the North Forest of Britain. My axe was sharp, my will was iron... my aim, however, was not. Spent the better part of the day walking in circles and swinging at the air. I believe the trees are mocking me. I have returned to the tavern with exactly zero logs and a profound respect for anyone who can find their way out of a thicket. The forest remains undefeated. Time for a very large ale.
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