Erebus sat on a rock, cliff-siding the river, his rod was held in one hand. One leg hung lazily over the edge. Fifteen feet behind his location a small tepee tent was made, which was where the rogue was residing. He preferred the outdoors to the Inns when he could, after all the forests taught him so much. They helped him find his soul judgement, and despite all his sins. He was Human, and humans are flawed, so as long as he lived on good intentions, Erebus was a good guy. His role in this world to help others and survive, protecting his own neck first so he could help even more people.
After his quest with Juni the night before; the Rogue was fresh out of work, and had cleaned his clothes earlier in the river, leaving his cloak and hood a bit damp. However, at least it didn't smell like sewage. What Erebus hadn't done was get a good meal, hence why he was fishing for food and hoping to pick up another job tonight around twelve.
The area was secluded and pretty hidden, as well as a steep walk to get where he was, so Erebus feared little about being hunted despite the fact he had a growing reputation, and that his name was being passed around to similar outlaws like himself. In the worst case scenario he would be fighting someone, in the best case scenario, he was getting a meal and a nap in.
Erebus began to pull on the reel, seeing is how he felt a tug at the bottom and had little patience to just sit after all this time. So far he hadn't caught anything too good, and Erebus was no fool, he might be out here another hour before he could catch anything. Then again, he was an optimist at his core, so he felt no reason to remove himself just yet. He simply sighed, staring over the river below. The warm summer breeze kissing his cheeks.