[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/nzzkRWNx/source.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Camelot - Pub -> Streets 
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan's nostrils flared. She didn't have the time or the patience for everyone's petty, silly arguments. The sound of the kid's voice was like nails on a chalkboard with the long rant of hers. She could feel her insides starting to curl inwards. Each second they spent here increased the odds that they wouldn't retrieve Jack alive. They needed to move quickly and efficiently, like a blade gliding through water, if they were going to get her brother back. They had just risked everything for one family member, they could afford to do it again for another. But if they failed, if they couldn't get Jack back, then Megan was going to reevaluate just who she was willing to work with. She didn't like children - much less squabbling ones. 

	She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes into the back of her head as she saw one person sit down. Did no one understand crime statistics and trends here? She kept a hand on the hilt of her sword, ready to draw it at a moment's notice as she left the pub along with Merlin. She didn't need to be told twice to stick close. They couldn't afford to get separated and waste even more time. She wasn't going to plan a funeral for Jack - she had always imagined her funeral would be first (and of course, she would attend her funeral in disguise as a mysterious widow with a dark secret).