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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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    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
    3 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
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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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

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

ice, ice baby60.229.56.189Posted On January 13, 2018 at 2:53 PM by Rixon Leifsson

we built this city on broken glass



He had hardly anticipated seeing Raven that afternoon. That shy, curly-haired woman rarely entering his thoughts in any sense, the man long since having lost interest in a toy he had already broken and yet, he supposed, there was something almost admirable in her daring to sit before him today. Almost. If he cared for such qualities. How the city at large seemed to have become aware off his indulgence in those sweets remained to be seen and yet too his frequenting off that cafe and the inclination off his tastes to those sweeter meals had surely not gone unnoticed by any myriad of individuals that crossed that threshold. Why Raven might dare to present him with them however remained to be seen. Frost hardly bothering to pilfer the very point behind her apparent bravery from her mind for the moment. Why not indulge himself in the suspense for a few moments longer? This might well be the most exciting thing he did all day- so excluding that training session with Alexander later in the evening. That book he had been reading was folded over, the maps had been all but useless all the same. Too outdated. He needed something more modern. Perhaps Alexander could be persuaded to find him some of that tracking equipment the Council its seemed to boast upon its Hunter’s as they patrolled the streets.

Such thoughts were dismissed all the same, that idle comment on the interruptions that Nightshade pack liked to afford his day offered no further explanation even despite that vague look of curiosity on the woman's features. Frost reaching instead to pluck a gingerbread man from that container of ‘offersings’ she had brought him. As if cookies somehow improved his decidedly low opinion of the world at large. Perhaps they did. The man undecided all the same as his fingers pressed neatly to either side of the gingerbread man's head, snapping it cleanly off to press between his lips. Raven was, if anything, a decent enough cook and yet for now he merely allowed his gaze to continue to linger on her in that often obscure silence he seemed to employ. The mention of those medallions prompting those few, cool words from his lips. Raven, predictably, moving to defend her own choices in denying him what he had sought all the time ago. Not that it mattered now particularly. He had achieved his goal all the same regardless of Raven’s own desires on the matter and yet still the stallion remained content to remind her off her own lack of helpfulness. Her words drawing a sigh from him as an arm was placed lackidastically from the man to be chewed with that same ease as his head had been. How quickly he was losing his limbs.

“Yes, yes, you treasure the trinket your pack left you despite the fact they made your life a nightmare. Always so righteous aren’t you? Don’t you get tired?”

There was no harshness within those lyrics, Frost merely allowing one eye to arch upward in an almost genuine curiosity even despite that assurance he hardly anticipated a genuine answer to the question. Raven was something of a mystery to the man in every sense. He knew her past to some extent. He had seen her capabilities and yet still the woman seemed determined to pursue some martyrdom she had convinced herself she might achieve. The woman acting for all the world as if she was a decidedly righteous being. As if she had never killed anyone- or even thought about it. As if she thought being a good person might atone her off whatever sins she had committed. Whatever worked for her, he supposed. His thoughts on the girl had always been poor, his thoughts on her mate equally so and yet neither could be faulted for loyalty in any sense. That much he was willing to admit.

Still, that application for his help was met with little more than a twitch off his lip. Another limb snapped off that cookie man as Frost so seemingly contemplated that very need for him she had. After all, their were terribly few beings in this city capable off reading those medallions for her, even less capable of understanding them and even less again capable of actually activating them. How unfortunate that she should find herself requiring him when he found himself so uninclined to assist her. Those cooly offered words assuring her off just that. Raven quick to respond with that jab of sorts that prompted a soft snort from the equine. The stallion, on occasion, prone to that slip in nature and yet that sound so held that taint of amusement all the same.

“I fear I have not yet learned to survive on sarcasm, wit and disdain alone. When i do I shall have no use for a heart at all, until then you should consider yourself fortunate it still exists in some capacity.”

One violet eye lifted to find her own somewhere beneath that wild tussle of white hair, the man swallowing another bite of that treat, that poor man left with little more than a shapeless body. Still, that treat had been rather pleasing. Frost content to afford Raven that praise on her baking all the same before the woman finally chose to offer him those reasons why she seemed to believe he should offer her some assistance. The wolf admitting to having several of those medallions, including one that had come into her holding at the death of another- at the hands of a man they both knew. Frost’s features shifting slightly into some look of consideration then as his free hand taped against the wood of the table. He quit disliked that man, more so then he disliked Raven in the least, that a point in the womans favour if nothing else and yet why that man would seek to collect something he had no ability to use not matter how many translators he found was debatable. Perhaps the fool simply had no idea, it would hardly be surprising. Frost pushing aside those internal thoughts before prompting that offer of a price all the same. After all, nothing in life was free, especially not when it came from him. Raven crossing her arms in some attempt at what he supposed was defiance as she sat back from him. A bold move, really, when she needed him and he had no use for her in any sense- even if her baking was pleasing.

“Our Hunter friend is chasing ghosts, let him. A Hunter cannot activate them, he could sell them though, i suppose, if it is money he is after. It matters little. As for the price, if you give me one of the medallions, whichever you choose, I will not only tell you what the one you gave your mate says- I will even activate it for you. The medallion won’t be destroyed so don’t worry you can keep your heirloom.”

FrosT




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