Inside the Second Walls was the Castle Town. There lived the habitants of the Castle, as well the palace workers. The customers could enchant themselves with all sort of fancy shop and stands the shoppers would prepare, selling beautiful fabrics, crazy gadgets and delicious yummies. Singers and artists cheered the place with wacky shenaningans, and talented bards sang their legends and epics of warrior and princesses and distant worlds. It was a happy town, with a joyful people.

To the Castle was a long path in Scarlet Carpet - that was the Path of the Explorer. Passing over the houses and buildings, seeing the effervescence of culture and communication, the visitors could observe - and feel - the beautiful plurality of that Kingdom. They could grasp the sense of diversity, of multitude, and most of all, of exchange. There wasn’t things such as “Money”. What you almost couldn’t define as “economy” in that world was kept by a little but powerful manifestation of the simplicity and purity of that land - the exchange.

The Graces were righteous, and so should be their nation. And they were. There wasn’t greedy, there wasn’t malice. People were honest and took care of each other.

For that was the Law.

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