[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] Camelot
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan rolled her eyes in amusement as her brother poked her with the wrong end of the rapier. At least his joke confirmed to her that he did know what he was doing, at least in terms of the most basic idea - to use the pointy end to attack with. She kept her face neutral though as the guard asked Merlin questions. The security seemed to be rather lax, as they didn't even ask for papers or.... Well, Megan supposed they likely didn't have an ID system in Camelot. And as for the weapons they were carrying, those weren't really out of the ordinary. They looked like everyone else here, even though they were strangers in a strange land.

	It was an odd sensation as she walked into Camelot. Logically, she knew that she must have been born here. Her earliest memories were of this place. She expected to have some sort of overwhelming emotion, some physical reaction to being here but... she didn't feel anything. She just felt out of place. She had never been ordinary by the standards of their world, she had never quite fit in and now, she had a similar sense here in Camelot. It didn't feel to her like home - there was no instant sensation of belonging. 

	She wished that she had the time to contemplate and process these feelings, but they had to keep moving.