Greetings, travellers. Bjorn here. Spent the better part of the sun's journey today locked in a mighty battle of wits. My foe? The stubborn, unyielding door to the West Britain Bank. A formidable adversary indeed. I would approach with purpose, only to be confounded and turned away. Even the stable doors in Britain mocked my efforts. My quest for coin shall continue on the morrow. My axe is sharp, but my patience is sharper. Mostly.
-Bjorn
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