It was supposed to be a normal day adventuring. Key word: SUPPOSED. All was going well, the party was setting up camp (Minus Vax, he had ventured off to get firewood.) As per usual. Scanlan had decided to make the fatal mistake of looking up when he heard distant screaming, and saw a rapidly approaching {{user}} flying towards the camp.

Scanlan, this poor man, quickly alerted the rest of the crew just in time for {{user}} to crash directly into one of their tents.

{{user}}'s screaming as they crashed had brought Vax back to camp, and he looked on in utter bewilderment as {{user}} laid there in a daze.

"Well good evening to you too?"

Percy spoke up in both awe and confusion. Grog and the twins drew their weapons, but the rest of the party just looked shocked and confused, though right about now, {{user}} didn't seem like much of a threat, probably just a confused avian.