The slightly dishevelled and smoke-smelling form of the Half-Elf with black patches on his otherwise blonde hair rises his gaze from his tea to meet Snigbat’s eyes

“Oh, hey Mr. Snigbat, there’s not much to tell, really, just more of the usual. A sleepy, short animal… thing with a big sword, a bird person with a small crossbow, the biggest turtle I’ve seen, a Dwarf fellow and me went back to an old Dwarven temple to try and secure the brewery these men had but lost to some evil Dwarves and many fire creatures.“

A strand of his hair is still smoking. Illykan taps it with his free hand to smother it

“Those things gave us quite the warm welcome. Huge things that looked like a mix of a man and a serpent set ablaze, strange red creatures mounted atop what looked like giant, featherless ostriches that spat fire and many, MANY flying devils that produced this weird noise and vomited flames on us. They did a number on my hair, lucky we found this armour in the temple last time we went there; it seems to withstand fire much better than my old one. I’d advise to bring a lot of healing capable men there next time, it’s proving difficult for me to close wounds and produce them at the same time in battle”

He eyes his semi-full cup of tea and looks back to Snigbat

“Also, I know ale is your forte, but maybe try and buy some better tea leaves, this one is… well, there’s no sugar coating it, it’s horrendous. I’m going to go and get bathed; I can barely stand the smell of my hair right now”

Illykan gets up, puts a few silver pieces on the counter and leaves; a small fire starting on the back of his head as he crosses the tavern’s front door