Penelope strode through the streets, playing a soft song on her Lyra.  With the press of the crowd, she has left her larger Cithara locked in the room she shared with her mother, and that their wages as prostitutes covered with only a spare amount remaining.<br/><br/>She was submerging her despair in the joy of the day, and the music she was playing in honor of the goddess.  She passed near where the Doris Tamar was speaking with a guardsman she had seen before ... Arturos was his name as she recalled.<br/><br/>She smiled in their direction, glad to see faces that she recognized, but continued to play her song ....