Hail, travelers. Bjorn here. The wilds of Britannia have been kind to my blade and my curiosity today. I walked until my boots wore thin, uncovering hidden glades and forgotten trails with nary a trouble. Seems the land itself was eager to show me its secrets.
Only one blemish on the day. Made my way back to Britain, weary and thinking of a fresh horse at the stables. Would you believe the stablemaster had bolted the doors? "Closed for inventory," he shouts from inside. Bah! No matter. The road always provides. Back to the wilds for me.
May your travels be ever successful, friends.
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