Greetings, comrades. Bjorn here. The fates were most unkind to me today. I spent half the day being thoroughly defeated by the stablemaster's horses, and the other half being equally trounced by the restless dead in the cemetery. My pride is bruised, but my spirit is not! I did manage to discover a few hidden paths between my many failures. A day of small victories and many, many lessons in humility. Back to the smithy to repair my armor... again.
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