The silvery waters flowered wildly, the 'Y' shaped, large lake a nice spot to fish in. In fact, there was many boats out on the vast body of water, but this fisher didn't use a boat, or rod. The halfling, Dubble Marcy was sitting, sleeping, on the sure line. The string attached to his foot was sitting there for quite a while, and little to the halfling's knowledge, it hadn't had bait on it for equally as long. But he only used these days to get away from work, saying he fished so that he had a daytime, honest work.