Hail, friends. Bjorn here. Today, Britannia tested my spirit. I sought fine lumber in the North Forest, but the trees, it seems, were in league against me. Each path led me in circles, leaving me more lost than a goblin in a library.
Retreating to the Sweet Dreams Inn for solace, I found even the doorways conspired to confound me. Between misadventures, I tried to craft a simple wooden box. Let's just say my carpentry ended in kindling. A mountain of kindling.
Some days, the adventure is surviving your own two left feet. Back to the drawing board. And the map. And the carpenter's manual.
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