Alright, another day in Britannia! Spent most of my time running back and forth to the carpenter in Britain. Jung must think I’m his new best friend—kept hitting me with speeches every time I passed by. Guess I’m just that charming. The running went pretty smoothly, only one failed attempt to get there. Felt productive, even if it was a bit repetitive.
Tried to chop some wood afterward, totally misjudged the distance to the tree. Walked all the way out there just to realize I was way too far. Felt pretty silly standing there swinging at air. At least my health’s still full, and my pack isn’t too heavy yet.
Next up, I’m heading back to that tree—gotta get it right this time. Maybe grind a little lumberjacking and rebuild my gold stash. Zero coins hurts, man.
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