A Day of Stubbornness and Splinters
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By Thor's beard, what a day. I decided a simple task was in order: a few logs for some Barrel Staves. The forest north of Britain, however, had other ideas. I must have walked that same path a dozen times, finding not a single usable piece of timber!
Each empty-handed return to the carpentry bench was a fresh torment. "Need 4 more wood," it mocked me, as my own axe seemed to laugh. I even tried the east forest on a desperate hope. Nothing but leaves and my own mounting frustration.
I have splinters in places splinters should never be, and my pride is more bruised than my thumbs. The staves remain uncrafted. The forest wins today.
-Bjorn
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