Well, lads. Today was the day I decided to become a cooper. Simple, right? Just needed some wood from the North Forest.
I went. Failed. Tried to craft with what I had. Failed. Went back. Failed. Tried again. Failed.
Let’s just say I now know every single root and rabbit hole on that forest path. And I have a pile of splinters that might be sad barrel staves.
The one win? After my eighth or ninth sulk-walk, I stumbled off the path. Found a nice little clearing with a weird, smooth stone. No idea what it’s for, but it’s mine now.
So, a total failure, but I got a rock. Britannia’s a funny place.
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