A cold wind blew through Wotan's Forest, and Daniel of Columbia was there. He adjusted the straps of his armor, tugged his scarf into place. He checked his pack absentmindedly, soaking in his surroundings, pressing his hands to the ironwood of a nearby tree. For the first time, the world was green, and when his attention snapped to eye level, he saw the reason he was here.

A lake reflecting the sky was framed by towers of reflective glass, as if it were cloaked in sunlight. A figure glinted at the edge of the water, maybe not even a hundred meters from where Daniel was standing, sitting placidly yet radiating an edge of danger. Daniel strode forward from the forest, one hand at the hilt of his sword, the other holding his shield at front in case the target ahead proved to be the aggressive sort. As he made his way to the forest's edge, he noted that the figure ahead looked like some sort of supermutant, hulking and beastly, yet it appeared to be... fishing? 

Before Daniel made his move, he adjusted his shield on his arm, pulled a sticky octanitrocubane charge from his belt and stuck it to the back of his shield, primed it, and placed the detonator in his shield hand. He looked behind him, noting that the branches above were more or less within jumping distance, if the barbaric looking figure were to charge. His preperations set, Daniel looked forward to address the other with the manners befitting a knight. That's when he noticed the sign-- it clearly said [i]no fishing[/i].

"STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!! YOU VIOLATED THE LAW!!"