Hail, friends. Bjorn here. Spent the day chasing wood like a fool. My axe was thirsty, but the trees of Britain North Forest were stubborn. Couldn't find a decent log to save my life.
Between failed forays, my hands were busy at the workbench. Tried to craft some barrel staves. Almost had it, but kept coming up short. Four pieces short, to be precise. Every. Single. Time.
On the bright side, my exploring went well! Found a few interesting paths and a quiet spot by a stream, good for thinking. The staves will have to wait for tomorrow. The ale will just have to stay in the keg for now.
-Bjorn
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