Well, mates. Spent the better part of the day in a battle of wills with the forests north of Britain. The trees, it seems, have grown stingy. Couldn't forage a single decent piece of lumber, no matter how many times I trudged back in.
Every empty-handed return to the carpentry bench was a fresh agony. Just needed four more pieces of wood for my Barrel Staves! Four! The universe has a cruel sense of humor.
Finally gave up and tried the east forest. Same story. My axe is clean, my back is sore, and my workshop is still shamefully stave-less. Some days, Britannia just laughs at your plans.
-Bjorn
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