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.
He as glad for Andras' company since he felt out of his depth when it came to suits. In his time alive, he'd spent maybe a quarter of it in those kinds of situations and usually he was ready to get out of it as soon as possible so he could go back to his comfortable tshirt and jeans. He was more about function than looks, always had been. Even his brother was more comfortable in suits than he'd ever been. But Andras wore them like a second skin so it was no doubt Troy knew exactly who to call up when Amelia told him he needed to get cracking on getting a suit picked out for the wedding. They clasped hands warmly and Andras assured him it was no problem to be here, saying anything to make Amelia happy and Troy gave a chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, exactly." When Troy mentioned the other fae's usual wardrobe, Andras smirked before reminding him that he looked "positively dashing" in it and that brought Troy to full laughter as he nodded along. "Definitely a chick magnet, my friend. Should have gotten some pointers from you before I found myself in this situation." He teased with a wink, knowing full well he was glad to be in this situation with Amelia.
When he felt his gaze raking him over, Troy straightened up and chuckled again when Andras said he could at least get him cleaned up. "Good luck. Hope you brought the whole demolition crew. Might need it." He gave a knowing look in return when Andras put his hand on his shoulder, knowing full well that this was going to take time and patience on his part to get it right. Good thing Amelia was worth it. As they walked inside, Troy already had an uncomfortable feeling, like he suddenly didn't feel right in his own skin as he looked around at all the suits and tux's lining the shop. The sudden gasp had them both turning , Troy even reaching in his jacket like a stake or gun might be warranted. But the man running toward them looked as hostile as a bunny, his glowing eyes focused fully on Andras, who he seemed to know. Andras greeted the man by name and Troy could have sworn the guy swooned right in front of them. He raised a brow in his friend's direction.
The man went on to complain how Andras never came by anymore and Troy felt his amusement going up by the second. This was worth it if only for the show. Andras laughed at the man's pouty expression before telling him they were here because of Troy and Troy fidgeted a little, not liking that he was suddenly thrust back into the spotlight. It was just getting good. As the man stepped closer to him, Troy swallowed but straightened up, giving the man a serious look back as well as if to say that he was no victim as the man went to work looking him over head to tail. He still felt nervous though as the man walked around him, very much like wolves circling their prey. His gaze swept to Andras in a "help me" way but the other fae seemed too amused to do anything more than stand to the side and smirk in that suddenly irritating way. Troy scowled, obviously displeased, before the tailor stopped circling and said he had a good figure. Troy preened, before his face grew sour when the man pointed out that he dressed in rags.
"These jeans were 80 bucks." He mumbled under his breath before pasting on a polite smile as the man asked about the color scheme. He bit his lip, trying to remember all the fabric Amelia had thrown under his nose. "Um, burgundy." He was pretty sure they'd agreed on that color among all the fabric she threw under his nose one night. As the man suddenly walked off, Troy furrowed his brows and turned to Andras in question. The man seemed to be setting up different mannequins which had Troy nervous all over again before he suddenly clapped and motioned them into the corner. Troy came sulkily, not sure at all what he thought of Jonathon. At Andras' playful comment, the fae scoffed. "Of course you didn't." Sarcasm dripped from his voice but his eyes still held amusement for his friend. Maybe this was payback for something. He stood before the mirrors, looking to Jonathon for further instructions.