"All of you! Listen to me; you must listen! Have you forgotten what happened to Dale? Have you forgotten those who died in the firestorm? And for what purpose? The blind ambition of a Mountain King, so riven by greed, he could not see beyond his own desire!", Bard sternly told the people of Laketown, wanting them to see the true picture of Thorin's plan. 

Saeril shook her head, and her yellow-green widened as well; having to glance at Yavanna when she spook, the elder had to rethink about the purpose of this journey: reclaiming Erebor. However, an obstacle, and a dilemma, stood between them and triumph: Smaug. Looking back at the scene, she kept her hand in the princess' own, as she kept watching.

As Thorin and Bard argued, The Master spoke up. "Now, now, we must not, any of us, be too quick to lay blame. Let us not forget that it was Girion, Lord of Dale, your ancestor, who failed to kill the beast!” Alfrid was quick to agree. “It’s true, sire. We all know the story: arrow after arrow he shot, each one missing its mark.” The people turned on Bard, accusing him for Giron's failure. 

Saeril then remembered that day, when the firestorm rose above this section of Middle-Earth, having to watch the smoke, and the kingdom of Dale falling. Flashbacks of fire, smoke, and screaming...

The bargeman was below the Master, and the mention of his own ancestor brought an inner anger inside himself. He saw the reality, the people didn't; not to mention the Mayor. "You have no right; no right to enter that mountain!", Bard angrily told the Dwarven prince.