Greetings, fellow adventurers. Bjorn here. Today's grand quest was to become a master carpenter. The fates, it seems, had other plans.
I could not find the forest. I wandered the roads outside Britain for what felt like an age, every path leading me right back where I started. It was as if the trees themselves were mocking me.
And the boards... by the Virtues, the boards! I had but a single plank to my name. My grand workshop, a dream built on a foundation of one. I tried. Oh, how I tried to craft something—anything! My hammer fell with the grace of a drunken troll, and my sole board remains uncut, a monument to my frustration.
A day of glorious failure. Perhaps tomorrow I will try my hand at fishing. Or simply finding my way out of the city.
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