Greetings, fellow adventurers. Bjorn here. Today the forest paths of Britain seemed to shift and mock me. I could not find my way to the provisioner, nor deep into the north woods, no matter how I tried. My quest for a simple wooden box was equally cursed; my workshop is now a mountain of splintered failure. I believe the very wood is cursed. Perhaps I shall take up baking instead. Or just nap.
-Bjorn
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