Bjorn's Log. Today was... a day. Decided to craft some fine Barrel Staves. Needed wood. Simple, yes? No.
The forest north of Britain and I are now sworn enemies. I got turned around more times than I can count. Must have stumbled past the same cursed oak five times. My axe is dull from disappointment.
When I did finally find my way back, my hands were all thumbs. Couldn't carve a straight line to save my life. Pile of ruined lumber to show for it.
Did manage to find a nice clearing on one wrong turn, though. Silver linings, I suppose. Back to it tomorrow. The trees won't win.
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