*Drakkon sits at the end of the dock with an improvised fishing in hand, a small closed tin on the dock next to himself, and his two knives are standing upright with the tips deep enough in the wood to keep them upright but not very deep overall and in easy to reach distance from himself*
Sevatar walks onto the dock, and stops a few feet away from the fellow fishing. "Any luck in the waters?". He speaks quietly enough to, hopefully, not spook the fish.
*Looks back over his shoulder at the other human*
Nah......just started about 10 minutes ago. With all the Murker activity the finishing may not be all that profitable. Got nothing better to do though.
*Shrugs*
Who are you? Don't think I have seen you before.
"My name's Sevatar. I came with the earlier boats. Your name?"
His eyes cast back out over to the water. "Maybe. The Murker's need to eat though, too. Might just mean there's a lot of fish around".
Drakkon is my name. How many other ships have there been?
"Haven't been keeping track. I should've said I was part of the landing party. I think we were the first...aside from the scout". He gestures towards the water. "The fishing. Hobby or living?"
Hobby since I have no other obligations here at the moment. Keeps me out of trouble which got me sent here in the first place.
*Bobs the rod slowly up and down twice without looking back at it and the water*
*approaches the two just wearing some shorts his stiletto in hand* Ah Good evening Drakkon. Fishing I see..
His eyes fall to the stiletto upon the ice elf approaching, before he turns his head back to Drakkon. "Fair enough. Never been more of a hobby for me, either. Never been able to catch more than seaweed, either". His head turns back to Baltasar. "Good evening. Do you fish?"
*Nods a greeting to Balthasar*
Trying to stay out of trouble.