[i][h2][center][b][color=fff200]Geo Chapter[/color]
[color=ed1c24]Red[/color][color=aba000]-Gold Rivers in the Desert Sand[/color][/b][/center][/h2][/i]

Zweidaya, the great capital of Al-Marabar and a moving city that sails the dunes like a giant sigil of order and power in the lawless land. The massive sand ship had been built up over many generations, extended in some areas, and at times had simply joined another sand ship, eventually being built on top of and becoming indistinguishable from the greater image. As a result the city feels like walking through an endless ship, it's wooden decks and planks creating roads and walkways, the assorted masts and sails becoming akin to a shopkeep's signboard or becoming a beam from which one could layer something on top. The underground becomes a maze of it's own in some areas as when ships were packed together, small, narrow roads were formed and carved out with little thought, and occasionally would open up to a large clearing when the occasional sand ship had been hollowed out to become some sort of great hall. As one might venture further up the city, it would be hard to notice the large, circular arena, surrounded by masts. At the mid to upper levels of the city looking down from the railings, one could see the gladiatorial arena down below, the city's most popular blood sport at the behest of the Sand King, Axon.

Even now one could see him sitting upon a throne slapped together from the wheels and flags of old and now completely defunct sand pirate crews, ones he and his predecessor and older brother had wiped out for one reason or another. He sat there, posture straight up, and arms crossed with a grin on his face, tilting his head every so often as if he was interested in seeing the matches and their developments. He had broad shoulders, especially noticeable with the giant pauldron he had on his left shoulder, caramel skin, and a seemingly constant grin. He wore a headband with long hair slicked back in a wild and free fashion. He wore leather wraps around his forearms in favor of a greave, he had a large, ripped cloak wrapped around his waist, baggy pants, which then were put into uniform shape by metal padded boots.

This city though it is ruled by the presence and law of the Sand King, is still a ship full of crooks and criminals. Markets circulating goods of concerning legality, people being herded either to become fighters or labor, or just simply, dangerous items that are outlawed in other lands. It's not a reach or unusual to think someone could be talking about a devious plot within this place.

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[i]"Blue Diamond eh...?"[/i], a merchant sat in a dark corner of the city, eyeing what seemed to be a blue dust at first, yet as his scope focused upon the grains, he soon learned why it was called such. Every single grain was a perfect diamond shape.

[color=7ea7d8]"Indeed, one whiff of this, and even the most stout of gentlemen will be reduced to a shameful, giddy mess"[/color], before this merchant stood a man clearly not of this land. A fine Averton suit, top hat, a moustache so finely combed you could see the exact path he had run through it. His eyes were stern and cold, and behind him stood what appeared to be Sand Pirates. They wore similar garb, and anyone from around here would know whose garb it belonged to, the Aldugan Spines. A rather notorious Sand Pirate crew known for dragging slaves away to labor in one of their many mines.

[i]"You would have me... Distribute this?"[/i]

[color=7ea7d8]"Indeed"[/color], he twirled his finger while his other hand pulled out his pocket watch, which engraved on the inside was a vision, glowing blue, it appeared to be of Hydro.

[color=7ea7d8]"If you do not... I will find someone else. Remember what I had said about the offer. You will get a 60% cut. In Averton, such a ludicrous offer would be snatched up in an instant... Personally I objected to this, but higher ups believe it is important it be pushed above all else"[/color], the merchant listened to the Averton businessman's offer... Huffed slightly, looking around a little...

[i]"Peddling... "Miracle" items, can be quite dangerous... Especially within the city. I trust you know this, and have not foolishly brought more than this bag onto this ship"[/i], the man put his watch away, the click making everyone in the immediate interaction tense up. He did not even look in the merchant's direction.

[color=7ea7d8]"Of course... I would not be so foolish. I'm afraid I am on a tight schedule, so, what'll it be?"[/color], the merchant pursed his lips...

[i]"Very well..."[/i], with that, the businessman clicked his fingers, and motioned to the pirates.

[color=7ea7d8]"You know the drill by now, get the gentleman up to speed. I have other places to be"[/color], and with that, he was gone, striding away so quickly his coat tails would flow behind him. The sand pirates approached the merchant, and shared the details with the merchant as they were instructed, and had seemed to do so many times.

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