The Darkmoon Faire. Once a month, its portal opened to the outside world, and for one week the island of Darkmoon shared its wonders with the world. And it was always lively - whether at the various game booths, the fighting arena or the musical venues, there was never a dull moment. And while the world had not really been known for "dull moments" in recent years, the Faire was a chance to unwind, relax and forget one's worries, for a time.<br/>When the carnies had come to set up the portal, he had been waiting, leaning on a fence and tapping his foot in agitation. The workmen kept shooting glances at the human watching them. Teryus was not an easily forgettable person - he towered over most other humans, to the extent of being able to look a kaldorei woman in the eye without straining his neck. Sun-kissed skin - what was visible now that he'd shed his armor for more casual fare  - was topped with a short, if unruly, mop of dark reddish-brown hair. Bright blue eyes watched the carnies as they worked, silently urging them to work faster. He had a goal, and he was eager to accomplish his task.<br/>As soon as the portal was up, he was one of the first through, his worg leaping through the mystical gateway with a howl. Once he was in the fairgrounds proper, he headed straight for the docks. The staff of the Faire were just amping up for the day, and he returned greetings and pleasantries as he made his way down the main thoroughfare. The worg was left with one of the stable hands; a healthy tip ensured he was looked after with care. Once at the docks, the young man looked up and down the beach, before heading to his left, eastward. While the Faire held many attractions, he was actually here to fish. The daggermaw that exclusively inhabited these waters had many uses, and he could make a good haul on a solid trip. But he also found the fishing itself relaxing, and being a Gilnean, the salt air was refreshing, and reminded him of home.<br/>Traveling along the edge of the beach, around the little cove nearest the fairgrounds, he made his way to a more solitary stretch of sand at the foot of one of the wooded hills of the island. Some niggling feeling of instinct told him that<i>this</i>was the spot, to cast his line here, so he did.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>