Hail, friends. Bjorn here. Spent the sun's journey today walking the woods, axe in hand. The trees are plentiful, but my barrel staves? Not so much. Seems the lumber gods are mocking me. For every armful of wood I dragged back to the workshop, I was just shy of what I needed. "Need four more wood," the bench kept saying. Four more! It became my chant.
Still, Britannia's paths are never dull. Between my failures at the bench, I found clear trails and quiet glades. A good day for the legs, if not for the carpentry. The staves will come. Tomorrow, I swing the axe with more purpose.
-Bjorn
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