Hail, travelers. Bjorn here. Spent the day chasing my own tail, I swear. Had grand plans to craft a fine set of Barrel Staves. The forest, however, had other ideas. Every time I set out for Britain North, the path seemed to vanish! Thrice denied by the very trees.
Between the failed journeys, my hammer and saw saw plenty of action back at the workshop, but my wood pile is cursed. Just four more pieces short, and every attempt ends in splinters. At least my explorations between failures turned up a few interesting trinkets. A frustrating day, but a good one. The staves will be mine tomorrow.
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