Jub the Peculiar
Jub knew the moment that he saw the cat atop their balloon that this was going to end poorly... and he was right. All he could do as the balloon started whizzing about was let out a long drawn out sigh that slowly morphed in a high-pitched shriek the more violently they got tossed around. Eventually, they seemed to land - if that's what you could call it.
As Jub fought of the deflated balloon, Brutrumukk can hear him start to speak. "You know, if anyone asks me 'Hey Jub, I've heard you've been to the Feywild, sounds like a lovely place, I would like to go there, got any advice' I would say 'Yeah, here's my advice: don't go there! The locals are weird, it's full of giant talking animals that want to kill you for no reason, and worst of all, two random shopkeepers might tell you you're going to be a dad one day!" On that last sentence, he seemed to finally gain the burst of strength necessary to fully free himself. He shoved the balloon off, pushed himself to his feet, and for a whole moment just stared at his surroundings. He didn't even seem to register Brutrumukk's question as he just gazed out into a seemingly endless sky full of floating islands. "... I don't think I can take much more of this," he said quietly. He put his face in his hands.