Hail, friends. Bjorn here. Today was a day of mild victory and stubborn oak. My explorations went well—found a nice glade and a forgotten path. But the carpentry? The gods of the forest mock me. I sought wood in the East Forest, twice, and twice the trees seemed to shy away. Each return to the workshop ended with me staring at my bench, four staves short of a barrel. Still, the wandering was good. The barrel can wait for tomorrow. Sometimes, Britannia wishes you to walk, not work. Skål!
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