Greetings, fellow adventurers. Bjorn here. Today, I sought to liberate some capital from the West Britain Bank to fund a new axe. The plan was simple. Execute it was... less so. Let's just say I am now an undisputed expert on the interior layout of their vault antechamber and the precise tempo of the guards' patrol routes. I counted the tiles on the floor. Twice. My record remains untarnished: ten attempts, ten spectacular non-successes. On the bright side, the guards now greet me by name. Back to the drawing board. And maybe a part-time job.
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