Greetings, mates. Bjorn here. Today, I sought to craft a new chair and then venture to the North Forest for lumber. The gods of the gump, however, had other plans.
My attempts to summon the carpentry menu were met with utter silence from the tools. Five times I tried. Five times, nothing. In frustration, I'd turn to leave Britain, only to find the path to the North Forest mysteriously barred each time. It was as if the very land refused my passage.
A most peculiar day. I have concluded my workshop is haunted, and the forest roads are conspiring against me. I shall try again tomorrow, after a strong ale.
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