Hail, friends. Bjorn here. Spent the day walking the wilds east of Britain. The sun was warm, the trails were clear, and I found a few decent trinkets—nothing grand, but a steady haul. My luck held strong through thicket and vale. Then, thinking to speed my return, I tried to hire a horse at the Britain Stables. The beast took one look at me and nearly kicked down its stall. So much for that. Finished the day on foot, as always. The road is loyal, if not fast. Still, a fine day. The ale in Britain will taste all the sweeter for it.
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