Lake Rodney Chipster

"Consider yourself lucky, you do not meet those very often nowadays," Dwin responded, taking a step back and turing her head away, when the man began to shake. She did not mind water - after all back home she spent at least half of every day around the lake, either attempting to fish fish and having better luck at fishing out everything else, but. And being on the lookout for the big fish. 

"Nah, you would have crushed it, had you fallen from the sky ontop of my head," she responded, looking the stranger up and down and letting her more primal part of her brain make an informed decision on, whether this fellow was a threat or not. "So - what happened? Where did you intend to land or should I say - sail?" she asked.