Hail, friends. Bjorn here.
Today's lesson: do not anger the spirits of the dead. Or perhaps, do not have a horse that despises you. My quest for a simple artifact in the Britain Cemetery was... less than fruitful. Let's just say the skeletons and I are now on a first-name basis, and they are sore losers. Each trip ended with me making a rather hasty retreat back to the healers.
Tried to clear my head at the stables, but it seems my luck is cursed. Couldn't even manage to rent a horse. The stablemaster just shook his head. I think he pities me.
So, if you need me, I'll be back at the cemetery. The seventh time's the charm, aye?
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