Dwarf fisherman

I wanted to try to get back to my roots a bit and try a more nordic feel piece, been hard to work with more natural colors!

It was many years ago now, he thought to himself, that he left the dwarven halls. At first the blinding light of the world above had scared him, after time, he adapted to it. What set him out on his quest was not wealth or warfare but rather
his life's passion: Fishing. Having already lived two human lifetimes the fishing around his home got less exciting. He'd been living, wandering up here for years until he heard of this place, hidden deep in the great forest Slegrin.
-"The rarest, most elusive creature one can hope to lay your eyes on" had the elders told him over a pint of mead six months ago. He'd been staying alive on roots, berries and whatever the forest could provide him with. By now the cork
float had a hypnotizing effect on him. All of a sudden he saw a movement in the murky waters, just behind that rock over there, his breathing intesified as he slo