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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

break it down and drop it low97.85.195.48Posted On June 06, 2016 at 8:32 PM by Elanora Quinn


There were three things that Elanora certainly found obnoxiously annoying. The first was that she couldn't stand anyone who interrupted her plans. As it was, Elanora had spent the whole day reading tarot cards and palm lines with one thought on her mind: get through the day and flip though that new spell book she'd purchased herself. The second thing was that she hated anyone who told her what to do. She didn't like being told anything about her shop - it was hers, she'd worked hard to have it. And the third was Weres. They were vile, useless creatures, and Elanora had no desire to be near them.

How sad it seemed that the man that had wandered into her shop seemed to match all three of these criteria.

"I'm not looking to advertise, thanks for the business advice," The brunette witch commented, going over to the counter in which the old, 1920s style cash register sat. She ignored the man as she popped open the drawer, moving to count the twenty dollar bills that were there. "We're closed," She repeated again, continuing to work on counting the bills in her hand. When she finished, she put them back in the register and pushed it closed, finally giving the man a full look. "What is it with you Weres thinking you can run around without a shirt on? I do have a strict no shoes, no shirt, no Were policy. You'll see it's posted on the door." She eyed him. "You seem to be in violation of all three of those. Now, if you'll excuse me, I open again tomorrow at ten. Maybe eleven. I may decide to sleep in."

The young woman was nearing angry with the man for continuing to stand in her space, fully ready to resort to other actions to remove him when he insisted he was here to sell. There were few people who knew the side business she ran - she preferred to keep it on the down low lest she gather the attention of the Dark Hunters that pledged to keep the city safe. Those who were sent here under that guise tended to be reliable ones, ones that she couldn't help but be interested in. And while she despised the Were that stood before her, she couldn't deny her interest. "I'm listening," She said simply, motioning him to the counter as he dug around in his pocket.

Centella. Of course the young witch had heard of it, though she'd never gotten the chance to work with it. So many potions could be completed with it, so many uses could be created with it. But it didn't grow here, at least not that she'd seen. Elanora was mentally drooling as she looked up, though her face showed nothing but apathy as she eyed him. "I suppose that could be useful. Hand it over," She said dryly, reaching out to pluck the two bags from his grasp. She ignored the paste for now - she was sure she could use the flowers to create something even more valuable than that. After all, she hardly had to worry about silver or iron, that particular use for it above her own personal interests. Still, she wasted no time in opening the bag that contained the flowers and letting her fingertips gently brush against the petals. Ah, yes, it was genuine, just as she'd suspected. The fool had zilch of an idea what he had, how much it was worth.

Without a moment's hesitation, the woman opened up her cash register and pulled out three ten dollar bills, placing them on the counter in front of him as she held the two baggies. "Thirty dollars. Take it or leave it." Yes, the flowers were worth at least triple that, but the woman was hardly willing to admit that. After all, she hadn't gotten where she was by being honest, now had she?

Elanora Quinn



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