{ MAY ✠ IT ✠ BE }

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When not employed, Antione Farshadow was never quite sure what to do with himself. He had returned to the Riverlands, where he was born, but for what? There was nothing here that he needed nor wanted. His family had long since forsaken him, so it wasn't like he had anyone waiting for him.

He ruffled his white-blonde hair and peered out at the morning sun with one green eye narrowed. The other was covered by an eyepatch. He was dressed as though for war, his armor clinking quietly as he sat on a hill over-looking the river.

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(*nervously crawls in* is this open...?)

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[ mhm ]

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A fisherman pushes off of the shore in his boat and steers it out past the shallow side of the river. He had a large floppy hat of straw covering his face from the sun, and a filth-ridden string net in hand. He had gone back to the shore earlier this morning when the net had torn, but now he had returned just in time when most of the others in his trade had finished clearing the river for the day.

He knew that but still threw out repaired yet not improved net into the water. He prayed that the god of the river would relent and take mercy on him today.

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Antione saw the guy and watched him work, his expression uninterested. He wondered what it was like to be a small fisherman like that, though that would never be the life for him.

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The young man leans over the side of the boat looking into the water for a few moments before quickly sitting up. His fingers twitch and he looks up, his hidden gaze sweeping over the area around Antione. His shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, and he looks back to the water.

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The man leaned his elbows on his knees, his green eye watching him steadily. He realized he couldn't even swim very well, let alone be a fisherman. That prospect was...kind of sad.

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The fisherman pushes to the other bank closest to Antione and steps out of the boat. He slowly pulls the net, and bends down tying it into the ground on a stake.

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"Hey kid, what exactly are you doing?" The personal bodyguard called down to him.

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He looks up and tilts his hat back, "fishing," he answers with a tilt of his head.

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Antione stood up, his armor clinking as he made his way down the hill, "What do those nets do?"

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"Trap the bigger fish," he slowly answers while tilting an eyebrow. "and let me know when one gets caught in it."

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His one green eye surveyed the nets in mild interest, "How do you know when you've caught something?"