A Freljord Interlude: The Past of Freljord - New Freljord Port's Work Meals

Of all Demacia, the Freljord region was probably the fastest-paced.

And across the whole Freljord region, the people of New Freljord Port were especially famous for their industriousness. Before dawn had even broken, the early-shift workers were already up, starting another day of hard work to make a living.

Among the many early-shift workers in New Freljord Port, the dock porters were the earliest risers and the most conspicuous.

When slowly turning gears pushed a lever and rang the clock tower bell in District Eight, its toll swept through the neighborhood like a spring breeze reviving all things, waking workers from their dreams one after another.

A short while later, the clerk on duty yawned and pressed a button. The streetlights came on in sequence with the bell, and beneath their gentle glow, the dock porters streamed together toward the docks, packed so tightly they looked like marching ants moving house.

At the district exit, the leaders of each porter crew were already waiting with signs in hand. Their eyes swept keenly over the surging crowd, picking out familiar faces and quickly welcoming them back into their crews. After taking attendance, they led their workers to that day's early-shift dock.

But if you thought these early-shift workers and crew leaders were the first people in New Freljord Port to wake up, you couldn't have been more wrong.

By the time the workers reached the early-shift docks in their crews, carrying the day's assignments, the temporary commercial street outside the harbor was already lined with breakfast stalls, all fully prepared for business.

Steam billowed from the thick-soup stall. Inside its pot, the heavily salted, oily soup bubbled thickly, carrying the scent of the sea.

The bread stall was fragrant. Even plain white or brown bread, with no filling at all, had