<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/Tom-Welling-1.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name: </strong></div></td><td>   </td><td>Peter Roland</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Location:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>From Mount Lee to Balthazar Carmichael’s Vintage Books</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Time:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>Up to 8PM</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Tagging:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>No one, but any welcome.  </td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tracking</div><div class="spoiler_body">Damage: 0<br/>Legend  4/4<br/>Willpower ?<br/></div></div><br/>“You didn't lead me astray, 'father'.” Peter murmured.  There was no venom in adressing his blood-parent as such, only awkwardness.  Peter<em>had</em>a father, a wise, strong and kindly mortal man who'd never differentiated between Peter and the children of his own loins.  Having two was awkward.<br/><br/>Still, “The story, the annotations, even the notes.  This was an important read.”<br/><br/>The feminine voice outside, leading too a quite and rather heated ruccus brought Peter's attention totally out of his book.  The young man opened the door to admit the determined young woman.  He found himself smiling a little bit at the determined young woman's beauty, even if her aproach to getting in here was a bit off putting.<br/><br/>“It's okay, Mr. Carmicheal.  I've finished my studies for today.  Would you please put these volumes aside for me?  I wish to talk to some professors to see if I can get sponsorship to purchase them.”  He offered the old man the tome he'd been reading with a reassuring smile.<em>And maybe next time we'll try the rowan wand with the unicorn hair core.</em><br/><br/>turning to the young beauty, Peter offered her a smile as he searched her features.  He drew her in thought the door.  “Softly please, ma'am.  I don't know if anyone else is studying here.  Any one of your beauty, determination and particular insights will get you my attention any time you want it.”<br/><br/>Peter frowned and growled a little at the news.  “That thing's here already?  Last time I saw it, it had been cheated out of a meal of nine year old demigod and been bloodied by Vishnu's chackram.<br/><br/>“What's your name?   And where do we start?”