Hail, travelers. Bjorn here. Spent the morning with my axe and a stubborn tree. Managed a small victory. The rest of the day, however, was a comedy of errors. Could not for the life of me get a clean chop on another log. Gave up and tried to get to the Britain Stables. I must have walked in circles for an hour, utterly lost. Some days, the path is clear. Other days, the path refuses to exist. Back to the grind tomorrow.
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