Hail, travelers. Bjorn here. Spent the day trying to get my bearings in Britain. The stables utterly refused to let me travel. Not once, but twice! Decided to stretch my legs and had a grand time exploring the city. My luck ran out at the cemetery, though. Tried to enter six times. Six! The guards must think me a madman, just staring at the gate. A good, if slightly bewildering, day. The ale tonight is well-earned.
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