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.
What utter bullshit this man was spewing, Ragnar keeps a pleasant smile on his face, though it doesn't line his eyes, rather those very eyes are calculating and perhaps a little cold. But he listens, patiently as this man claims he wasn't doing anything wrong, that he hadn't just tried to steal from the Norse man. Ragnar was many things, one of those being he had an uncanny ability to tell if someone was lying to him. He didn't need to look at Johnny to confirm the lies falling out the man's lips, the arrogance that wafted off him, the confidence in which he thought he wouldn't be caught. Ragnar knew how to play the game, letting himself sit there, listen, without saying a word. The Viking's silence allowed for the customer to continue to speak, letting himself get wrapped up in contradictions and the longer it went on, the more uncomfortable the sleazy man got before him. Ragnar watches a droplet of sweat, pebble at the man's temple before rolling down the side of his face, "I already told you man, I wasn't doing anything wrong," he huffs aggressively, Ragnar tilting his head slightly, that pleasant smile remaining on his lips, "You were trying to steal from me," Ragnar says simply, his grin widening, taking on a dangerous edge.
The human man, fumbles his words, trying to deny it but Ragnar interrupts him, "Do you know what I do to people who steal from me?" He asks casually, his security guard taking a step closer, waiting for the order to grab the man. The human seems to notice this, his head whipping around to look at the security guard and back to Ragnar, his breaths becoming a touch more shallow, "You can't do anything to me," he sneers, feigning a bravado that came from a place of fear, "I'll have my lawyers barking up your tree if you lay one hand on me," he threatens again, Ragnar simply grinning wider. Fuck, why didn't he come down to the floor more often, this was positively entertaining. "You clearly have no idea who the fuck I am, do you?" Ragnar is met with a blank stare, he wasn't surprised, it wasn't like he looked like a mafia boss, no, he was a simple man... for the most part.
"Why, I'm the owner of this fine establishment... and the rest of the casinos in the city," he remarks, eyes glinting dangerously making him look almost feral. There's a pause from the human before realization seems to dawn on him and the look of utter terror that consumes him has Ragnar grinning, a bit of that madness seeming to edge his features. He was beyond delighted when the human grabs a handful of poker chips and throws them at the Viking, Ragnar merely laughing wildly, as they bounce off his chest, his face. Ragnar was never one to flinch from a blow. The human man leaps out of his seat, knocking it over before shoving the security guard away and bolting towards the door. His predatory instincts kick into gear and Ragnar stands up, the rest of the poker chips falling to a ground with a clatter as he whirls, readying to pursue the thief and yet he pauses, his gaze meeting a familiar face. What impeccable timing. His security guard is just righting himself, leaping to his feet in pursuit of the thief but Ragnar beats him to it, shoving his hands into his pockets, a maddening grin lining those features, "Gríptu hann," (grab him) he says over the ruckus, directed at the fellow Viking.
His security guard pauses, glancing at Ragnar in confusion, not understanding the words that fall from his throat. But they weren't directed at him, they were directed at that mountain of a man standing several feet away. It was perhaps, a test and a confirmation. Whether the familiar face grabbed him or not, he would still send his security guards chasing after the man eventually, no one stole from him and got away with it, at least not without a few broken bones.