Hail, friends. Bjorn here. Today was a day of many steps and little lumber. I sought to fell a tree, but the first was stubbornly out of reach, and the second was already picked clean by some other enterprising soul.
Spent the rest of the hours exploring the wilds, my boots wearing down more than any axe. Found some interesting trails, though my attempt to hitch a ride at the Britain Stables ended about as well as my woodcutting. The road is my true home, it seems. Back at it tomorrow.
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