Greetings, friends. Bjorn here. Today's lesson from the North Forest was a test of patience. I decided it was the day to craft some fine Barrel Staves. But the forest spirits, it seems, were not in a giving mood.
I must have walked to those woods a half-dozen times, and each time returned with empty pockets and a sore head. No wood. Not a single log for my trouble. Between trips, I'd stare at my workbench, willing four more pieces of lumber to appear. They did not.
Just when I was ready to swear off carpentry and become a beggar, I gave up on the barrels and just went for a walk. And what do you know? I found a lovely little glade I'd never seen before. So, a failure of a day for crafting, but a success for the soul. The staves can wait.
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