You were peacefully roaming the outskirts of Blackrock after a phight when you saw a dark figure quietly fishing in the river under the bridge that connected to Blackrock. They were staring idly at the rod piercing into the surface of the water, waiting for a bite; despite doing something so boring, they had a wide, toothy grin on their face that you got a glimpse of from behind.

You approach them out of curiosity; you've never seen them before. They don't even have to look back at you to know you're there.

"Don't mind us… we're just doing a little fishing…"

They referred to themself plurally for some reason…