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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

let's take this world by storm166.137.143.96Posted On February 10, 2018 at 12:42 PM by taliah

Green eyes instantly travel to the man that walks through that door, allowing that cold wind to so invade her space. How she despised such weather, hardly ever caring for that chill that accompanied this side of the world. White hair is stark on the man’s skin, though he makes no effort to move to that register, instead, he wanders the cases his expressionless face eyeing the treats that lines the shelves. Taliah hardly gives the man a second thought as he seems to settle himself by the baked good shelf, the bell chiming once more to reveal a mother and a child. Taliah’s eyes lock onto them as they make their way to the counter, the mother releasing the girl’s hand as the child proceeds to wander the bakery. Normally, Taliah wouldn’t have minded if a child was wandering around and yet… the girl seemed agitated and things felt a little off. Perhaps the appearance of another were had taken her off guard, simply because she had no served two weres in the span of two days, she hardly expected so many of them to come traipsing through her bakery. Green eyes travel back to the mother, her own features absent of emotion as she orders bread.

Taliah blinks at the woman, “What was it that you wanted again?” The woman murmurs in that quiet voice of hers, though it was hardly demure or shy in any sense, her quiet voice holding a firmness to it that always made people think twice before crossing her. As the woman rattles off what she wants again, she doesn’t allow that frown to cross her lips that so desperately wanted to rise. There was indeed something off about this woman. Still, Taliah turns around and retrieves two loaves of bread, her eyes brushing over the movement of the white haired man. Bagging the two loaves up, the clattering of baked goods draws the woman’s attention as her green gaze finds the toppled tower of goodies strewn about the floor and the little girl sitting about them as she howled with such a passion. It made Taliah want to cover her ears from the noise, it was no better than listening to nails on a chalk board. Stepping from around the counter, she hardly hurries in any sense as she moves towards the crying child and the cooing mother.

Taliah doesn’t say a word as she bends down, those observant eyes scanning the fallen meringue, some entirely destroyed while others… were lopsided. A frown finally crosses her features as she inspects those fallen goods, entirely tuning out the wailing child and the chatter of the mother. Glancing up, she notes one of her bakers pop his head out of the kitchen, his eyes wide in surprise as Taliah simply shakes her head at him. He hesitates for a moment before he pushes his way back into the kitchen where he remains, not wanting to be apart of the happenings in the front. Pushing to a standing position, green eyes flit to the small family as she watches them for a long moment. Her gaze searches the cafe only to see that same man eating the apple pie she made this morning. Again, her features remain in that neutral territory as she steps through the woman and child, the illusion dissipating as she slowly makes her way to the man, halting in front of him as she stares him down while he munches away on that pie.

“The last time I checked, it was customary to purchase bakery items prior to eating them,” comes her cool and quiet voice, her green eyes glancing down at the pie he so holds to himself, though there is another scent that seems to cling to him, a familiar scent. Glancing over her shoulder, she does a quick stock of her inventory, noting that one of the tartlets she made were missing as well. Allowing her gaze to travel back to the white haired man, her hands dart out with lightning speed as she snatches, not only the pie, but the fork from him as he was mid bite. Setting the fork in the pie plate, she turns on a heel and moves with a purpose back to the counter and sets the pie down. Turning to look impassively at the man over her shoulder, “That’ll be $27.85,” she announces as her gaze briefly falls back to the floor, noting the mess was gone. An interesting power he had, the woman almost wishing she was capable of such a thing. “I suggest you pay, if you decide not to you will not be welcome back within my store again, do you understand me?” She states, her voice taking on an edge as the few customers that were still within the bakery fall silent, several them standing and leaving, feeling uncomfortable with the tension between the two weres.

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