Beautiful sounds were heard through the streets of Kremnos. A gentle gentle voice and a quiet scrum of strings. 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. Mydeimos walked to the alley and froze to see a man in rags on the ground and a quiet, weasel singing.