Greetings, travelers. Bjorn here. Today, the forest paths of Britain North decided to be... shy. I swear the trees kept moving. Every time I tried to find my way, I ended up back where I started, talking to the same confused squirrel.
Between getting lost, I tried my hand at carpentry. Let's just say the wood and I have a disagreement on what a "box" should be. I now have a small mountain of kindling and a strong urge to apologize to the tree I wasted.
Some days, Britannia reminds you that humility is the real loot. Back to the drawing board... and maybe a new map.
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