The first thing the men saw of the port of Seyda Neen was its lighthouse. Their hearts sank; they had not seen land since their entrapment under Gallus. They could not help but smile, and none of them had feelings of foreboding, save Percius, because they had made it safely to the shore under Varrus' command after all. Whilst they stared at the ever-nearing port from next to the topmast, Quintus turned to Percius, and he said, "I was anxious over nothing, it seems, Percius, although I can't say the same for you, I think. Your expression is addled still with some worry; won't you say why?"

Percius turned, and he was about to tell Quintus about his dream and about Clavicus Vile, but he stopped himself. He stopped himself from saying his worries to Quintus, his only confidant and trusted fellow on the ship, to whom he had hitherto spoken all, and Quintus saw that he hid something from him, and his face told Percius so, who was then dismayed. "Well, then," Quintus said, and he left Percius alone, until the ship docked at the port of Seyda Neen.

The water resembled that of marshes that were further down south, but it was cleaner, and the ship's crew were merry for the first time since their victory against the Imperial Guard. "Seyda Neen!" shouted Fidelus in ecstasy, and "Seyda Neen!" shouted every happy man after him. They forgot their toils at sea, their scurvy, and their discontent with the leadership of Varrus. So happy was Varrus himself, too, so much that he had forgotten his ignored bargain with Clavicus Vile, and his anger towards the Prince of Bargains.

The ship drew to the shore, and Percius, standing on the deck, heard the Dunmeris cries from atop the lighthouse, and the daily chatter from across Seyda Neen's streets. Fidelus steered the ship to a halt, and Percius saw that Quintus was once again beside him, because he could not help but be beside him. Quintus stood and he gazed ashore; he said, "it doesn't look like home, Percius, to me; I'm sure I'll rectify that in the coming years; I'm stuck here." He grinned, and he turned Percius. "How about you, then? Do you think you'll make this land of the elves your home, too? They don't look like the elves I've seen in the Imperial Province: not in the capital, nor in the country. This docking village, its lighthouse, and its houses all looked like an ashen wasteland before we drew in so close with the ship, and I realised that it's only the colour of their wood and stone that appear so. It all looks so unwelcoming, and yet I'm relieved still, Percius, to be off Varrus' ship."

Then, before all the men allowed the guards down below to board and check the ship, and before all the crewmen retreated to their rooms to pack up their things, Varrus summoned everyone on the deck, and he gave them a farewell speech. He began, "Men, I'm happy I had the best of Colovia, the northern home, on this ship with me. You've all been excellent companions. You've been fierce fighters, and you've all been loyal followers. I don't know how to lead, but I couldn't ask for any man better." He looked at Fidelus on the mast, and there was a glint in his eyes. "I've been a bad person on this voyage at times, gentlemen. I've almost succumbed into a most debauched temptation, but that's over. You're free to go; all of you. Farewell."