There was a certain amount of calm that overcame him when he went fishing. There were very few good places to fish but this was one of them. The water was full of life; there were nice trees that formed the right silhouette.

Normally he had company when he fished. Company in form of his familiar.

Right now it was just him. Kettil ignored how empty it felt to be so totally alone just then, staring out at the water with an almost blank look on his face as he held onto to the fishing pole. There was nothing tugging at the line just yet.

...

Maybe the fish just weren't biting. Hmm.