Big Salmon Lake That depends, who's asking?

ooc: hey! I am so sorry for the wait. Real life in terms of business goes up and down for me.

Birk had not intended to go to the lake that afternoon, but after visiting Bramblewood, which was his favorite place to have lunch at least once a week, he found it to be too crowded for his liking. Therefore he set out to the restaurant by the lakeside. Now and then the kind spirits of the waters offered decent fresh-water food - a dead fish, for example. Or some clams for those that were desperate (and could stand the distinctive poo-like stench that surrounded the decaying flesh within the shell).

However, as soon as he had come to this place he saw that his usual "table" was already taken by an unkown foreigner. "Oh, come on..." Birk said to himself, but decided to go and make an acquaintance regardless. "Hey!" he greeted, once he was within hearing distance. "I don't want to disturb you, but I believe that you have taken my place."