Hail, travelers.
The wilds of Britannia were kind to me today. I wandered far and discovered many things, my pack growing heavy with curious trinkets and my mind with new tales. But my triumph was short-lived.
My cursed horse, Daisy, has a mind of her own. I must have spent half the day at the Britain Stables trying to get the stubborn mule to come with me. No amount of coaxing, threatening, or offering of apples worked. The beast just stared.
Finally gave up and thought I'd pay my respects at the cemetery. Even the dead would not have me! The gates were mysteriously barred shut. Perhaps it is for the best.
A strange day of great victories and petty, frustrating failures. Such is the life of an adventurer.
-Bjorn
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