They started early, wending their way up through the leafy bowers, scented with persimmon, peach, and permellion, and at last reached the rough pass of rock called Condomli'an by the White Elves of the Eastern Grove, Batar Udor by the Strange Men of the Gray City, and Thologoin by the Dwarves of Bley, wherein the Stone of Blabbos lay unused. Don-Ald, clad in mail of dwarf-make, hefted Elurion, short sword of the Red-headed Giants, and thrice vowed to uncover the treasure-place of Marr Tin. Don Bungee watched Don-Ald chant the elf-vow, and felt hungry again, reaching into his own pack for a portion of glammas, the tasteless but sustaining traditional grain-mush of wanderers. It was then that a great flash blinded them, a mighty sound as of rock splitting deep within Middle-earth shocked them, and the gravel path parted to reveal a huge stone fist that rose before them. As they watched awe-struck, it opened to reveal the sacred Marr Tin, beloved of the Folkmeisters of Bistrovia. As Don-ald took it in his shaking hands, the fist disappeared and a voice like distant thunder said "keep it safe, and neglect not the humidification of its storage-place!"