The sun shone down on the docks of Esgaroth, and the town was bustling with the activity of spring. Fishermen loaded their boats, the market rang with the calls of the merchants, and families strolled together in the wonderful weather. One such family stood on the docks, the lake-birds soaring above their heads and the masts of fishing ships. A young boy and his mother stood there, peering out towards a ship in the distance. A man stood upon that ship, waving cheerfully back towards the docks and his family.
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