Greetings, travelers.
Bjorn here. Today, the fates of Britannia tested my patience. My quest for simple wood in the East Forest was met with… nothing. I walked that path five times. FIVE. Saw more tree trunks a single decent piece.
Each empty-handed return, I'd try to craft my Barrel Staves, hoping for a miracle. The carpentry gods were not with me either. Just a man, his mallet, and a profound lack of wood.
The only success? Getting myself properly lost during a brief 'explore.' A grand adventure, truly.
I am going to go stare at a plank until it apologizes.
-Bjorn
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