His dad had told him about the Great Lake but he had never expected it to be THIS great. When he had imagined it from stories, he had always visualised a normal sized lake and when he had crossed it on the boats it had been dark so he hadn't seen how big it was.

Dorian held his fishing equipment in his hands as he moved along the the water, trying to find a perfect and quiet spot to sit. Once he found it, far away from the castle but obviously still on the grounds, he placed the small stool he had been carrying down on the grass and he placed the bag with bait and hooks and the fishing rod beside it.

Lake this big HAD to be a perfect place to fish! He carefully grabbed the hook and with his other hand he attached a small worm on it. "Sorry buddy" he mumbled before he stood up. Making sure that no one was behind him, he threw the line in to the water and watched the bait sink.

Then he sat on the small stool and waited.