Greetings, travelers. Bjorn here. Spent the better part of my day locked in a battle of wills with the stables in Britain. I swear the stablemaster is mocking me. Every attempt to 'go' there ended with me wandering in a circle, utterly baffled.
To keep my sanity, I took a couple of walks to 'explore' the countryside. Found a lovely hidden grove and a decent mushroom patch. Success!
After the seventh or eighth failure, I thought, "Fine, I'll visit the cemetery instead." That also failed. My sense of direction is truly a thing of legend.
Back to the stables. More failure. I am beginning to believe my horse is a ghost.
-Bjorn
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