Hail, friends. Bjorn here.
My day was a strange dance of fortune. The wilds of Britannia were kind to me; my explorations in the unknown were a string of great successes. Found some hidden trails and a forgotten crypt with decent loot. Felt like the land itself was guiding me.
But the West Britain Bank? Cursed, I tell you. Three times I tried to get my business sorted, and three times I was turned away by queues and fussy clerks. Even the stables in Britain were a bust—not a soul to be found.
So, a day of grand adventure and crushing bureaucracy. Such is life.
-Bjorn
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