Greetings, travelers. Bjorn here. Today was... a day. Thought I'd get a head start on crafting staves for my new barrel shop. The forest near Britain, however, had other plans. Couldn't find a single decent piece of lumber! My axe must be cursed. Or my eyes. Went back and forth more times than I can count, my pack emptier than a beggar's purse.
When I wasn't getting lost in the woods, I was in my workshop, staring at my pile of two sticks. Tried to make something useful. Failed. Every. Single. Time. Splinters everywhere, and not a single stave to show for it.
Did manage a nice walk around the countryside later to clear my head. Saw a lovely sunset. So not a total loss. But if anyone needs staves... maybe try the next town over.
Bjorn out.
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