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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.

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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

break it down and drop it low97.85.195.48Posted On June 26, 2016 at 8:35 PM by Elanora Quinn


The young witch couldn’t deny that the feistiness of the Were man was more than appealing. He was smarter than she gave him credit for, the man knowing the full well of the price of the flowers that she held within her hand and was unwilling to let himself be swindled by her. It was an admirable quality for sure, and one that she would entertain. At his comment regarding the weak, the girl could hardly contain her chuckle. “Ah, and you’re not afraid of rumors then? Not weak at all?” In all truth, it was the spirit of the man rather than the rumbling threat that caused her to open that register and pull out more bills, passing them across the counter with the warning that that was the last of the money she would offer him. “Consider the difference between that and what it’s actually worth to be the cost of the potion you just broke,” She commented.

She watched with clear amusement as he picked up the money. “You’re showing me how eager you are. If I were you, I would have made sure to keep that to yourself.” She watched as the man winced, the blood dripping readily from his hand down to the counter. The woman made no effort to say anything, didn’t even offer him a towel. No, instead she was too interested in the man who flipped through her money as though it couldn’t possibly be real. The corner of Elanora’s lip quirked up. “Good man,” She commented lightly. “But I have swindled you enough tonight. The bills are real.” The man seemed to care not for her reassurances, instead deciding to deduce the quality of her magic that lined her shelves. “You’re right, I don’t have any real magic up front,” She said coolly, pursing her lips together. “But I assure you I can do more than you think. I’m plenty capable. I’ll show you one day.” It was a promise, though not one that she was willing to elaborate on, no, not right now.

“I’ll see you soon,” The young woman promised, watching as the man left her shop. He was something, the Were was, perhaps one of the only ones she hadn’t immediately hated. He was smarter than most, gave her something. But no, it was the challenge of getting him to like her that caused the woman’s mind to turn. She knew her power, knew what it would be capable of, but she’d yet to find a use for it. Not yet. But she was considering it now, with this one. It would be wrong, possibly, to do it without his consent. But he’d accused her of not being able to do magic, and it was that stubbornness that had the girl reaching out gently to pick up the bloody piece of glass, immediately moving to take it into the back of her shop. She’d thought tonight would be about potions, but no, this would be something else entirely.

It didn’t take long, the ritual that she knew she could perform, mixing his blood with hers for the spell. No, the spell itself wasn’t hard, but it would take time to set in. She could feel it, just barely, as she finished, the string that would grow to connect her to the man that was to become her familiar. She knew not how he would react to such a thing, not really, though the girl couldn’t help but chuckle. It would be soon enough, she was sure, that he would know what was going on, but the woman would wait until the perfect moment to call upon that bond. Ah, he wouldn’t be able to ignore it, and it was enough to cause the woman to laugh darkly to herself. “Can’t do real magic. We’ll see about that, now won’t we.”

Elanora Quinn