Hail, travelers. Bjorn here. Today was not my day.
The plan was simple: craft a strong wooden box for my treasures, then venture into the North Forest to gather more lumber. The gods of carpentry, however, had other ideas. Five times I tried to shape the wood. Five times it splintered into useless kindling in my hands. Not even a simple box!
Frustrated, I thought a walk in the forest would clear my head. It seems the very woods themselves conspired against me. Four times I set out, and four times I got turned around, ending up right back at the city gates, covered in brambles and my own shame.
Some days you slay the dragon. Other days, the splinters slay you. I'm going to go find a stiff drink. Glory to the Empire.
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