As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Midas left the warmth of his home behind and strode confidently towards the city's heart. His people had just told him they had spotted movement in the distance. A large troop of warriors were sneakily trying to come closer to the city for who knows what reason.
As interesting as that was, Midas and the people had ways to deal with these kinds of provocations. There had already been skirmishes with people and it was only a simple matter to deal with something like this.
As he walked along, greeting his warriors and complimenting them for their readiness, the air was alive with the sound of strategy and preparation as soldiers drilled in the courtyards with unified paces and precise movements.
Supplies were also getting meticulously catalogued and stored, awaiting deployment. Midas surveyed the scene with a critical eye, acknowledging their efforts and correcting errors where he saw any.
