[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan's brief moment of anger with King Arthur and Queen Guinevere subsided, hearing that they would be joining them on this quest - [i]good[/i]. She didn't feel a personal attachment to them, but that didn't mean she couldn't be disappointed if the royals had decided to let others fight for the good of the people in the land. She was still slightly suspicious of Arthur and Guinevere, as history taught her that there were no truly good royals, but maybe myths were an exception. Maybe they actually were good people put in positions of power by divine right or whatever excuse they were peddling that week. [color=silver]"Oh,"[/color] Megan said. [color=silver]"Good."[/color]

	She didn't know if she needed to apologize or not for being a bit snippy, but she hadn't been intentionally rude - well, beyond more or less alluding that kings should be beheaded, but it wasn't like King Arthur knew anything about Marie Antoinette. [color=silver]"I'm not used to seeing kings and queens who aren't either tyrants or puppets,"[/color] Megan then explained. Despite growing up in Kansas, she spoke with a soft British accent - a relic of her youth in this world, she realized.