Kintla Flatlands regency

She didn't seem convinced by his statement, but he'd never been one to overestimate his own strengths (or, most times, those of others).  Therefore he too couldn't help but be skeptical with her offer of a lesson.  He'd tried many times.  Perhaps she was some sort of fishing savant, though, and her tricks would help her land him a catch.  Or perhaps she'd be the only one to have luck and he'd have to settle for a piece of the 'something more substantial'.  Either way, food was food.

"I'll take that deal."  Neither was a guarantee, but with the two of them, they had a better chance in success than he would have alone.  Walking to the edge of the river, he peered in.  "So, what's the magical trick that I seem to be missing?"