Well, guildmates, today was... a test of will.
I spent the morning running between the town square and my workshop like a headless chicken. The Bulletin Board offered no quests for me. Not one. Three times I checked, and three times it was barren.
So, I I had a vision of a simple wooden box. A humble, useful thing. Seven times I tried. Seven. All I have to show for it is a pile of firewood and a workshop that smells of failure and pine resin.
My hammer is dented, my pride is splintered, and my quest log is empty. Time to visit the tavern. Bjorn out.
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