The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired 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. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Red on the Water
The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.
The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.
The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.
Owner Alexander Macedonia
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 flair 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.
Home of: Elysium
Owner Isolt Griffin
With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.
Alistair's pencil moved with distinct ease, meticulously crafting those lines that filled his head with such flawless perfection as he sketched out yet another hopeful rendition of his client's logo. He was altogether oblivious of the young woman so desperately trying to get his attention - at least, until her feminine voice only continued, pulling the man away from that world of lines and shapes and colors that so momentarily distracted him. The vibrancy of his emerald gaze slowly shifted upwards towards the young woman, his focus nothing short of intense as he listened with a glimpse of indifference to her plight, at least, until Alistair had some understanding of exactly what she wanted of him. For a long moment, the artist was silent, the man inattentive, even to the slight hue of pink that crept within her cheeks as he regarded her. Rather, after a moment, his gaze flickered from her to glance over the rest of the cafe, clearly making some effort to verify her story before he held even the slightest inkling of consideration to sharing that space he'd carved out as his own. It was with an audible sigh upon his lips that Alistair finally agreed, though he made no effort to be overly friendly, instead merely returning to that page in front of him with the same intensity, as if she had hardly interrupted him in the first place. Her apology went all but ignored, the man instead simply shifting that tea and now empty plate closer towards his side of the table before his hand once again picked up those lines he'd been sketching.
Alistair purposefully disregarded the sounds of the young woman across from him as she fussed over her outdated laptop, the power cord shoved into the outlet beside him before the device made that familiar sound of booting up. His eyebrow furrowed ever so slightly, the noises were distracting, despite his best efforts to simply ignore their existence entirely. For a moment, he eyed the notes scribbled at the top of his page, his gaze skirting over his work before another contemplation crossed his mind, prompting no less than a fourth plausible design. He hardly paid mind to the young woman across from him and the sound of her fingers on those keys. The rhythmic start and stop of her typing had almost faded into the background with those noises of the coffee shop as Alistair drew those letters with an almost gothic flare, the words 'Wizarding World' printed out yet again in a fashion he found far more...appealing. A small hint of a simper tugged at the corner of his lips, as it so often did when he found himself on the very verge of something that simply felt right, those artistic urges far more grounded in feelings than any fretting of those artistic techniques he had studied for so long in college. He was all but oblivious of the blonde woman's attention upon him as he sketched several contemplations of what might go above those letters he found himself pleased with, his thoughts focused entirely upon his work. Alistair leaned back ever so slightly, pausing in those sketches only to tilt his head as he eyed the page before him.
It was the sudden blurting of an inquiry that drew the artist's gaze upwards. He was silent as he listened to the young woman, that once vague simper all but vanishing at the woman's intrusion. This was, he was quickly becoming to realize, a poor decision to stay. Perhaps he should have returned to the comfort of his own flat for lunch - or maybe it was about time to return to the office. Such contemplations, however, hardly lingered long as, Piper, she said her name was, arrived at those questions. Slowly, Alistair leaned back into his chair, his pencil placed down upon his sketchbook as he reached for his now lukewarm cup of tea. "I guess that depends on if you were anticipating it or not." He uttered after a moment's consideration. Alistair fell quiet as he sipped his tea, only to scowl at the contents of the beverage. Had he been sitting here for that long? "If you weren't expecting it I'd assume both parties would be trying to get out of it. If you were, I suppose....you'd spend it trying to get to know one another?" A small shrug crossed his shoulders, it seemed like such a simple answer, really, even though he had to wonder what sort of romantic novel the woman was working on. It hardly mattered really, those type of books certainly not Alistair's interest and so, instead, his gaze fluttered back towards the page in front of him - at least he'd manage to get somewhere with his work before Piper had ruined his thought process.