The merry fellowship of dwarves and men arrive in Lake-town after a long and ardous journey through Mirkwood, and they quickly find themselves in the local tavern where several rounds of beer, cheer and tales go around the table.
The air smelled of brine, but it was not from the lake-water lapping at the pillars of the dock. Neither did it permeate through the barrels of salted fish, waiting to be exported. The workers slaving over heavy crates in the height of afternoon had long since grown blind to the smell of sweat and drying fish, a perfume which clung to them day after day no longer how meticulously they bathed at the day's end.
A record of the mysterious events of Sefa's childhood stay in Lake-Town put together to create fluidity in the story which was separated into multiple parts to make it easier to read.