TITLE: A Woodcutter's Weary Day
il and frustration in the North Forest, I tell you. My axe are full of splinters from turning a mountain of logs into fine boards. The forest spirits must be cross with me, for the path to the deeper woods was blocked to me not once, but twice!
Found a grand old tree at (1592,1485), but the thing was as dry and depleted as a banker's soul. Had to venture further out on a successful little exploration to find more. All in all, a decent haul of lumber, but my feet ache from all the backtracking. Time for a strong drink at the tavern.
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