Hail, travelers. Bjorn here. Spent the day in a mighty struggle against the path to the North Forest. The road, it seems, had a personal grudge against me and refused to let me pass, time and again.
But a Norseman does not simply sit and weep! While the forest path was cursed, my axe was not. I turned my frustration into fuel and chopped a mountain of logs, then sawed them into fine boards. I even found time for a bit of exploring to clear my head.
A day of many failures, aye, but also of great success. You make your own fortune, even when the roads refuse to cooperate.
Skål!
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