Greetings, fellow adventurers. Bjorn here. Today, I sought to hone my craft at the carpentry bench. The gods, it seems, had other plans. Ten times I approached my work. Ten times I was met with the same cursed message. Not enough boards? My skill is fifty-six! I had a single, lonely board. Perhaps it was a sign. Perhaps the wood itself has grown defiant. I have decided to leave the bench for today and go hit something with my axe instead. It is simpler. More honest. Some days, Britannia simply refuses to be built.
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