Early morning in Knossos City.
As the huntress clad in a belted short skirt and hunting boots set out with bow and arrow and spear, accompanied by several hounds, heads brimming with smiles peeked out from the streets.
They were waving or shouting cheerfully.
"Cynthia sister, I want to raise a rabbit."
"Could you bring me a pair of antelope horns and a couple of snake gallbladders for medicinal purposes? I'll settle the payment at market price, thank you."
"It's too cold, could you trouble yourself to get some warm fur? My wife is good with her hands, and she can make any style you want. Just leave us some offcuts."
"Here, have some freshly sun-dried figs for the road... no need, no need, I'm too old, can't chew on the mountain meat..."
Artemis accepted the dried figs, smiled faintly as usual, looking at both sides of the street, nodded lightly, and then with her guide following behind, strode towards the outskirts of the city.