Greetings, friends. Bjorn here. Today, the wood was against me. Thought I'd get an early start on some Barrel Staves, but the forests near Britain seemed to have hidden all the good lumber. Wandered east, then north, found nothing but my own two feet getting tangled.
Even the Provisioner's door seemed stuck when I went to complain! Between the failed trips, I did manage a few good walks—saw some interesting ruins and a rather bold deer. But every time I returned to my workbench, the story was the same: a pile of shavings and no staves. Still short four good pieces.
My axe is sharp, but my luck is not. Back at it tomorrow.
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