And except for the small forest fire in the west (addressed by a river-god and local knightly help), an ideological squabble between some pine dryads and some oak dryads (settled by deploying a dwarven philosopher and some placating chocolate), and a very nearly violent confrontation between a griffin and a rat he mistook for a non-speaking prey creature (which has to be brought to royal mediation), the year is otherwise pretty uneventful.