"Not good. But not bad either. We saved village of shifters, destroyed corrupted fey guardian and had a run in with some lighning dragon that was killing us with talking instead of fighting. It just so happened that he was waiting for unstable magic of the place to whisk us away.
Sooo, I'd say, everything's pretty normal, eh?"
he sits at the table and the chair creaks ominously. Orsik finally settles down on the floor, his head in line with avengers.
"Wine, please."