By the frozen rivers of my homeland, what a day. I set out for Britain East Forest, but my boots must have been filled with lead. I could not find my way in, no matter how I tried! So I went to the north forest instead, and the same fate befell me. And my axe? Bah! It was a single log to show for a day's labor. My back is sore and my pride is wounded. The forest spirits are surely laughing at Bjorn today.
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