Beautiful sounds were heard through the streets of Kremnos. Light bangs on the drum, quiet string scrums, and a child's voice. Mydei walked through beautiful streets patrolling or just wanting to walk through his kingdom. Citizens greeted him, and the prince nodded to his filed about whose well-being he always thought first. Entering one of the areas damaged by the last war, quiet noises also reached his sensitive ears.

"We're orphans from Dead Tops. People of blood and flesh are also people. But no magician, no king, no paladin, no dwarf. They won't give us a kind word. We come from different parts of the kingdom. We've been alone alone since we were kids. Our dads and moms are at the bottom of the black hole. We're the only ones alone. We're orphans from Dead Tops. People of blood and flesh are also people. But no warm look, no piece of bread... We're all one-man."

A handful of dirty kids in rags played homemade instruments, and a girl sang in the middle. Mydei pursed his lips when he saw this sight. Cremnos was a warlike state and the people in it were warriors, and death in battle was not only natural, but also an honor for the soldiers of Cremnos. But kids... after their parents died, they were counted everywhere.