Greetings, friends. Bjorn here. Today, the wood has bested me. Spent the better part of the day trying to craft a simple wooden box. Not a chest for treasure, not a mighty shield... a box. The splinters in my fingers number more than the planks I successfully joined. Which is zero.
In my frustration, I tried to clear my head with a walk in Britain's North Forest. Got lost. Every single time. I think the trees are laughing at me. I am a warrior defeated not by a dragon or a lich, but by pine and my own two left feet. I'm going to go soak my hands. Perhaps tomorrow will be kinder.
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