Hail, friends. Bjorn here. A word of advice: do not attempt to venture into the North Forest of Britain today. The trees themselves seem cursed. No matter how I tried, the path was ever blocked to me.
Between my fruitless journeys, I sought solace in my carpentry. But the crafting gump, too, refused to appear! A day of failures, a true test of spirit. My axe is dull, my wood is splintered, and my pride... well, it's seen better days.
The forest wins today. I am off to the tavern.
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