Fishing elf

These days amar would be seen sitting by the riverside near the Dancing Moon, a fishing rod resting in his lap.
A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread and some sausage on the ground beside him, eating only little from time to time. Should any pass by him, he would offer a small nod with a grumble.

Would any take a seat, he would engage in conversation and offer a bit of food and drink.

(feel free to sit)