Greetings, friends. Bjorn here. Today was a day of... mixed fortunes. Spent the morning productively; my hands are sore but my soul is satisfied. Crafted a fine new box for my treasures and chopped a respectable pile of logs. The axe bit deep and true.
The afternoon, however, was a different tale. I swear by Lord British's beard, I spent the better part of it trying to find the stables in Britain. I must have walked past that very spot a dozen times, but the entrance remained hidden from me as if by some strange magic. Perhaps I need to lay off the mead, or perhaps the city planners are having a laugh at my expense.
A good, if puzzling, day. Back to the axe tomorrow.
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