<strong>Name</strong>: Ember Mconnolin<br/><strong>Scion of</strong>: Apollo<br/><strong>Location:</strong>O’Bryan’s Nine Irish Brothers (Irish Pub)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anyone<br/><strong>Time of day</strong>: Mid-Afternoon<br/><hr/><br/>Ember looked up at the waiter with a curious look, though the suspicion of such a gesture could be seen in her eyes. "Thanks..." She didn't trust this kid, especially with that grin. "And how do you know my father?" Now she definitely wasn't going to drink it. It was probably drugged or poisoned somehow, but then again a combat zone will put that suspicion in ya. She didn't even trust children anymore.<br/><br/>The sudden breeze drew Ember's attention to the door. The breeze felt odd to her, but she passed it off to paranoia and glanced down at the note. Child of Freya and Thoth? What was this, some kind of joke? She crumpled the note up and slipped it into her pocket. Such a strange day.