Accompanied by the faint light of dawn, a large group of handsome men and beautiful women, led by the god Pan, arrived at the settlement of the Arcadians.
Since this place had originally been a refuge for mountain villagers, with rugged terrain and inconvenient access, it had not suffered much from the impact of foreign cultures, thus the architecture and the locals' way of life had maintained their primitive charm.
As far as the eye could see, some were herding cattle and sheep in the valleys, some were cultivating grains on the gentle slopes, and others were foraging and hunting with their bows and arrows, singing rustic tunes from the countryside at the top of their lungs, which involuntarily made Apollo frown.
Fortunately, not far from the city gates, a middle-aged man with slightly curly hair and dressed in jewels and finery welcomed them with a broad smile.