His thoughts flashed memories of flying cows, dwarves in drunken stupors, mysteriously appearing circuses, disappearing men and women, random teleportation portals and the other crazy events that had happened during his stays with the society.
At long last he brought the pen down to the paper, and writing in smooth, tall, loopy cursive sketched six words into the paper.
"Stay away if you value sanity."
Nodding in satisfaction he walked out to the front of the shack and magically stuck the paper to the front door so that it would never fade and never be removable. Then he went back inside, chuckling to himself.