[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/0BFkPfU.png[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] the Lake
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan rolled her eyes at her brother. She didn't believe in birthrights. She also didn't believe that skills and talents had any genetic basis. [color=silver]"I'm Megan first, not some stranger's daughter,"[/color] she corrected her brother. She didn't regret being the first one to approach the stone and pull a sword from it. As far as she was aware, she was the only one experienced with swordplay. The others seemed to favor archery or kitchen equipment. Her eyes darted over towards the dramatic scene unfolding with two of the kids and she couldn't help but chuckle. [color=silver]"If you wish to kill him, I would recommend asphyxiation. You rival him in size so there is an advantage on your part,"[/color] she called out to the girl. She wasn't too sure what the rules on murder were in Arcadia anyways. 

	She had no idea what Isabella meant with the title [i]Captain Britain[/i]. The properties of the sword were interesting. She liked the fact that it could cut through just about anything. She was wary about people following her because of it. She wasn't the leadership sort. She liked to stay in the morgue and talk to corpses - she didn't fancy herself a politician or anything. She hoped that they'd be following the sword out of choice though and not from some magic enchantment. [color=silver]"I suppose excalibur has cell service..."[/color] she mused, since supposedly the Lady of the Lake could speak through it. The magic of it all boggled the mind.