Dune City's marketplace was a marvel unto itself. Tents of deep crimsons and ocean blues stood juxtaposed with stalls of bright oranges and yellows. The eclectic mix of colors was rivaled only by the myriad of scents and sounds that enveloped the area. The sweet fragrance of cinnamon vied for dominance against the tangy aroma of citrus fruits, while the soft melodies of lutes played in the distance. A mosaic of cultures and traditions, all converging into one bustling hub of commerce.
Miles handed Johan a piece of hammered brass, their pre-decided signal for the optimal stall location based on the flow of traffic and sunlight. A location that would maximize visibility and thereby, potential profit.
As they erected their modest wooden stall, Johan mused, 'Position is key. Not just in the marketplace, but in every facet of life. This stall, while simple, will serve as the focal point for many today.'
