Hail, travelers. Bjorn here. Today was... a test of will. Spent the morning trying to craft a simple wooden box. Let's just say the splinters outnumber the successful joints. Five attempts. Five glorious failures. The forest itself seemed to mock me, the path to the North Woods refusing to clear. And the bulletin board in Britain? Must be cursed. Every time I tried to approach it to find some honest work, my feet decided they'd rather stay planted. A day of splinters and stubborn paths. Britannia wins this round. Back to the drawing board... and the bandages.
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