The sounds of Ithica flow through the streets: laughter, conversation, children playing, and the occasional shout of merchants presenting their wares.

You were currently at your father's stall. Your father sold medicine and herbs, and you helped a bit with that, but you also sold embroidery pieces that you'd done.

The market was always busy around evening like this --- the sound of bustling commoners was unmistakable.

Closer to the palace, it was quieter, excluding the sounds of carriages and nobles having quiet conversations.

Telemachus enjoyed the sounds of the streets further out. They always felt more welcoming. There were no judgmental glances from fellow nobility, no duties to uphold. He wanted a break from said duties, so he was in disguise, wearing a dark cloak and commoner clothing.

He didn't want anyone to know that the Prince of Ithica, son of Penelope and Odysseus, was roaming their streets. Because they would treat him differently.