Zhavirru, Sekia
The day was surprisingly clear, albeit chilly, considering the time of year. Still, it was fitting. For today, a tripartite of sorts is to be agreed upon. The setting is a middling city in north-central Sekia. As opposed to the capital, which is a blend of modern and archaic, Zhavirru was largely the latter. While many buildings looked about 30 years old, the center of the city was stone and wood. It even had a remainder of a protective city wall.
This was what will strengthen Sekia and her allies, Zhulis thought to himself. Zhavirru, meaning "Good Earth" was as fitting as could be for an alliance aiming at defending and advancing nations peacefully. His allies in Noveaux and Eraphalia would be joining him in signing the Prosperity Accords.
He arrived to the aged yet steadfast city hall which was to serve as their meeting place. With him were several officials that included, among others, the Secretary of Foreign Affairs, the Secretary of Defense, and Secretary of Tourism and Culture. The room that had been chosen for the meeting was a large former courtroom. As the city grew, it eventually became a distinguished meeting hall for the area.
Once he had settled down to wait for his equivalents, he wondered what this would eventually achieve. Already, he knew that various industries would grow as well as the technological progress of all. 'We'll soon find out what we've accomplished', the president thought to himself. The rest of the invited parties were to be arriving soon by police escort from local international airport. The excitement and anxiety in many was easily spotted.