[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]	[i]Now[/i] Arthur had said something that caught Megan's interest, professionally speaking - he and Guinevere had faked their deaths. How? Did they use some sort of sleeping draught that looked like poison, allowing their bodies to be tossed? Did they find corpses that looked close enough to them and dress them in their clothes? Did they supposedly die inside of a burning building, the flames removing any trace of them except for a left behind ring with the seal of Camelot upon it? Megan's mind hadn't been spinning over potential methods of faking one's death this much since BBC Sherlock had been on air. 

	Megan climbed into the carriage, the last one inside. She didn't want to be responsible for these people being enslaved by Hook and his men, so she didn't dawdle. However, that didn't mean her mind had moved on from the interesting question of how King Arthur would fake his death. How had excalibur ended up where it had? [color=silver]"How did you fake your death? Did you plan it out in advance or was it just blind luck? Is that how you lost excalibur?"[/color] Megan pressed. [color=silver]"Are your graves empty or are there corpses of someone else in there?"[/color]