Hail, friends. Bjorn here. 'Twas a day of strange fortune. My blade and I had great success exploring the wilds of Britannia, finding a few decent trinkets and driving off some foul creatures. My true quest me. Twice I sought it, and twice the path was staves short of a proper barrel, my hammer would find a knot or a crack and the wood would splinter. A most stubborn day for carpentry.
The fates, it seems, prefer me as an adventurer, not an artisan. Perhaps I shall simply buy a barrel.
-Bjorn
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