Grian sat on the wooden dock with his fishing pool grasped in his hands. He had been fishing for hours now, really only because he didn’t have much to do currently. He had fished up salmon, cod, a few books and pieces of leather, even a plate of enchanted armor-though not useful. Soon enough, he got a bite, the fish pulling at the rod. He pulled back, easily pulling the fish up-but…it was just a piece of rotten flesh. He groaned and stuffed it into his inventory with the other pieces he had, then cast his lure out again.