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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 storm {SPENCER}166.137.143.96Posted On February 11, 2018 at 10:21 AM by taliah

The were had hardly left the confines of her apartment or her bakery since arriving in the city, the woman caring little for interacting with others. Though, she was surprised she had met so many supernatural creatures within the city, even going so far as to hire a hunter as one of her bakers. She had been wary of him but the Italian man seemed genuinely interested in progressing his skills. Taliah would have been fine without the company, the woman entirely capable of running The Bakery by herself, but she viewed it as an opportunity for the business, the woman able to produce that many more delicious treats to provide the customers with. Speaking of the Italian man, she had left him in charge of the business while she stepped out to buy some forgotten ingredients; several items on the menu becoming far more popular than she had anticipated. Taliah didn’t trust Ludo enough to buy the correct items she needed, so she merely told him she would be stepping out and would be back after close. Ludo was a capable man, the woman hardly worried he would run into any issues while she was gone.

That being said, the were hated leaving the confines of her business and home, not particularly caring to embrace that cold or the numerous people that so bustled around the city. It instantly put her in a grouchy mood, hating the way shoved past her, everyone in too much of a hurry to care about other people. If she weren’t so adept at controlling those emotions, perhaps she would hiss at others, instead, she carefully avoids being touched, her small frame dodging people as she pushes her way through the crowds and into the nearest grocery store. Heaving a sigh through her nose, the warmth coats her skin, pleased she wouldn’t have to brave the cold for at least a little while. Slowing her pace, she intended to take as long as possible within the store even if it was bustling with people.

She trails the aisles slowly, making her way up and down them, grabbing a basket in the process before she finds the produce. Thinking back to the way that white haired man had eaten her entire apple pie, she decides to fetch more apples. How bold that man was, thinking he could simply steal from her. It was clear the man was not used to being defied but he was in her territory and she would not tolerate stealing by any means. Pushing the thought away, she gathers a dozen or so and slips them into the basket, the handles balanced on her forearms as she makes her way back to that baking aisle. She knew she was running low on flour, the shipment delayed by the weather. Taliah scans those lower shelves, knowing that’s where the always were, only to walk up and down that aisle twice and still not finding that damn flour.

Frowning, its by chance that she looks up only to find that it had been placed on the top shelf. Who in the world did inventory here? She debates on climbing that shelf so she can reach it, weighing the options of possibly dumping several pounds of the white substance on the ground. Taking a step back, she nearly bumps into a man walking behind her, Taliah’s green eyes darting to him and noting his height. He could reach it for her, “Excuse me,” she flags him down, not moving from her spot but him being the only one in the aisle with her, she expects him to stop and look at her, “Can you do me a favor and grab a couple of those bags of flour for me?” She asks, her quiet voice hardly holding any emotion in it, her dark fingers pointing to the bags too high out of her reach. She didn’t care that he didn’t work her, she was going to utilize that height of his.

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