Hail, friends. Bjorn here. The day began in utter foolishness. I went to the stables in Britain, full of hope, and promptly forgot which end of the horse gets the saddle. The stablemaster is likely still laughing.
But after that? The open road called! I must have walked half of Britannia, from the rolling hills of Trinsic to the misty vales of Yew. Found a lovely hidden grove, a forgotten shrine to who-knows-what, and a cave with mushrooms that glowed a most peculiar blue. Didn't get eaten by anything. A good day, overall.
Sometimes the greatest adventures start with a simple failure. Just don't ask me about the horse.
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