Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.
The VooDoo Room
The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.
Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.
Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.
Socializing had never been Alistair's forte. He tended to be a loner of sorts, to stick with a few close companions rather than flutter through a crowd. The alcohol alone tended to push the man out of his shell and presently he was running rather low upon that. It was that need for more of the substance in his system that drew Alistair towards the bar in the first place - those instincts informed him of the vampire mayor's presence long before he spotted the man. Nevertheless, Alistair allowed a generous distance between the pair as he caught the bartender's attention, requesting yet another drink with the hopes that maybe this one would help him through the rest of the charity event. The bright emerald of his gaze, however, turned briefly towards the Mayor in quiet contemplation. It was a moment longer, perhaps, before the soft baritone of his voice reached out to the vampire, only to comment on how unaware he had been that the Mayor had taken such interest within the city's arts. The very sound of his voice seemed to garner a small smile from the clearly aristocratic vampire, the wine within his glass swirled briefly before it was brought to his lips for a small sip.
He listened attentively as the Mayor explained his own long standing status as a benefactor of artistic endeavor, only to insist the city itself would surely be dull without it. A soft chuckle left Alistair's lips as he nodded in agreement. "I would." He responded with a rare simper. He watched as Dareios placed his wineglass on the countertop, only to continue idly swirling the contents as he commented upon Alistair's own lack of introduction. Admittedly, Alistair had almost been purposeful in avoiding the use of his own name, especially after witnessing the bid the vampire had made upon his own art. His pause was just long enough for the bartender to provide him with the drink he ordered, temporarily distracting the Hunter. "Oh, thank you." He muttered softly to the man, only to turn his attention back towards the Mayor. "It's Alistair Rosenthal." He offered, entirely inquisitive if the vampire would recognize the name - either from the artwork he had bid on...or perhaps his father's reputation as one of the city's most prolific lawyers would, once again, proceed him.