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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

The alleyway scandal72.174.74.6Posted On November 19, 2017 at 12:17 PM by Ludovino Donati

Well, the city surely had lived up to the expectation of being chaotic and eventful. Ludo sat crouched over at the bar spilling droplets of the scotch when his phone startled him as it buzzed, journeying across the counter. Unlocking the passcode and clicking on the messenger app, he read Enzo’s text which was merely an excuse to flake on meeting Ludo and go home with a “fine piece-of-ass woman” that he had met at the club instead. Throwing his phone on the bar counter in annoyance, he chugged the rest of his scotch, preparing to ascend from his seat and exit the bar until a lady who had looked traumatized, yet furious plopped down in the seat next to him.

He watched her curiously, as she asked for the top shelf whiskey and proceeded to glug the whole thing. Not being able to help himself he asked her, “Woah, woah, lady. You’re not even going to enjoy the taste of a top shelf beverage? Deludente, (disappointing)” he sighed, shaking his head as he smirked at the woman. It was hard not to tease others when it came to the unappreciation of fine alcohol. The more he analyzed the woman he couldn’t help but find a strong scent of dog permeate into his nostrils wafting from the woman’s direction. “You a fan of dogs, miss?” he asked, smirking at her. It was his own way of casually hinting that he knew she wasn’t normal. “You seem uh, out of place here,” he focused now on the blood splattered medallion she frantically wiped off. Before he could delve deeper into the odd situation he noticed a man, who swiftly approached the woman, looking intensely at the preoccupied miss.

The man seemed to wipe any sort of annoyance previously expressed on his face before he forcibly calmed his tone of voice and asked the woman what she was doing sprinting down an alleyway, as well as accusing her of stealing the medallion she kept distractedly cleaning. Eavesdropping into the conversation quite obviously, he picked up that her name was Raven and that her night seemed to be far more interesting than his. He wanted to know who this intense looking guy was that loomed above her. He had a strange aura around him that Ludo couldn’t quite put his finger on. All he knew was that this was a man he should avoid picking a fight with if he could help it.

As he focused intently on what the strange man had to say to her, he realized he had been caught listening in on the conversation by the sharp man as he watched him shift his body to face Ludo. With more tolerance in his speech than expected, he inquired if Ludo was dragged into this situation by the woman. “Huh? No, I didn’t partake in the botte da orbi it seems,” Ludo exclaimed, chuckling casually. Botte da orbi is the Italian metaphor for a big fight with flying fists, which seemed to be the situation that Raven partook in earlier to Ludo’s assumptions. Finishing the interrogation questions the man presented to him, he replied, “Yeah, doesn’t everyone have to be in the alleyway to get here though?” Ludo stared directly at the man, carefully listening to how he would retaliate to his question. “I’m Ludovino, I assume your name is Raven,” he nodded to the disengaged woman shoulder to shoulder with him at the bar. “I don’t think I’ve caught your name though fratu (brother),” standing up and extending his hand to the man, awaiting to see if he would shake it.

Ludovino Donati
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