Hail, friends. Bjorn here. Spent the day determined to craft a simple set of Barrel Staves. The wood, it seems, had other plans.
My quest for lumber led me on a grand tour of Britain's forests. The trees of the North? Uncooperative. The groves to the East? Equally stubborn. My axe arm is tired from swinging at nothing but air.
Between failed foraging trips, my carpentry attempts were... well, let's just say I've perfected the art of creating wood shavings and splinters. Did manage a brief, successful exploration of my own frustration, though.
Back to the grindstone tomorrow. Or, more accurately, back to the bloody forest.
-Bjorn
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