Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.
Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.
Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.
Eyeing him curiously, she noted the way he moves closer towards as their conversation began to deepen. Leaning forward again, merely to hear over the music, she finds herself settled almost uncomfortably close next to the man. Vhal tilts her head at the Englishman as he responds vaguely towards her comment on the British folk that prowled the streets. Arching a brow at him she wanted to dig more but realized she didn't want to learn of any relations that may be tied to her own personal encounters. When she questions him Vhalla can't help but arch a brow at his response.
Fair enough.
The assassin didn't know him nor did he know her, it made sense logically as to why he didn't want to elaborate. Vhal was in the same boat. She should have known she would have had to answer the same question. Letting an impish grin tug at the corner of her lips, she doesn't immediately reply, instead she takes her time taking another sip of her drink before letting it settle on the table. She could begin feel the alcohol beginning to work on her senses and knew that this would be her last drink for the evening.
"I simply needed a night off," she shrugs at him, "I do have to admit though, this bar has the best bourbon around so I suppose you could say that I came for the drinks." She smiles, pushing her braid off her shoulder. "However, I decidedly came on-," she was cut off suddenly by a commotion in the crowd. Turning her head to glance over the crowd she could see three cloaked figures prowling through the crowd, though half of the clientele was still dancing away there had been several people attempting to pick fights with the strangers as they plowed their way through.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, she watches as not one but two men crumple to the floor in pain, curled into the fetal position. Arching a brow in curiosity she regards them for a moment more before turning back to the British stranger next to her, though she kept an eye on the men now patrolling the crowd as if they were looking for someone. Occasionally, they would stop and question a patron before moving on. It was clear they were trying to not draw attention to themselves and they may have succeeded if they hadn't decided to cripple the men.
Vhalla was about to continue her conversation with the man when the stranger came prowling dangerously towards the bar. Uncrossing her legs, she leans closer to Sebastian, though her eyes are fixed on the cloaked man behind him. Straining to hear what he was demanding from the bartender, rather angrily, Vhalla stood suddenly as the man reached across the counter and fisted the bartender's shirt in his hand. Darting around her companion she places a threatening hand on the stranger's arm, her icy blue eyes narrowed dangerously at him.
"That's enough."
Vhalla Solarn