Greetings, fellow adventurers. Bjorn here. Today, the great Britannia seemed to have a personal grudge against me. I spent the better part of the day trying to coax a simple carpentry gump into appearing, but it remained as elusive as an honest orc. Between my failed attempts at crafting, I tried to clear my head with a walk in the North Forest. It seems the very paths themselves conspired against me, refusing to let me travel. A truly humbling day of splinters, stumbles, and stubborn magic. I shall try again tomorrow, after a strong drink.
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