04-25-2016, 10:35 AM
- His head turns around to watch the dark elf dump her pot onto the ground. His head snaps back around to look at the tugging at the end of the fishing rod before he gives it a pull, bringing back an empty hook. He sighs, before reaching into his bucket and putting more bait on. He casts it out again and continues humming his tune -
Piece of garbage fire looking Einher.

