Fish out of water...

Sandor brought his fish to the shore and then turned back to the water, going still again as he waited for the fish to return. While he waited for them to come back, he listened curiously as Alarr explained about a junkyard thing in the west…. Sandor glanced towards where the sun set, he at least knew cardinal directions…vaguely…. “Maybe we could check it out one day?” He asked, he assumed it was quite the journey…one he wasn’t enthusiastic about making on his own. Adventures alone were…boring, adventures with others were much better.

As the fish returned he dove for another one, hoping that he could get a few more fish before they were all gone.