[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]	Things were rather odd. The lack of security had been picked up by most members of the group. She wondered if things had always been like this in Camelot and if they had been, it certainly explained what it had been so easy for someone to depose King Arthur. [i]Her father[/i]. Megan's lips quivered ever so slightly into a frown at the thought. She had to remind herself that her only real connection to him was biologic - and, she supposed, the magic sword that she now possessed. The next stop on their trip was at a rather dingy tavern, complete with a guarded door and the mention of someone called [i]the boss[/i]. 

	The door locked behind them as they entered and Megan's frown only deepened. She didn't know if there was another exit, another way to get out of this tavern if they were in a hurry. She also wanted to know who [i]the boss[/i] was. She assumed it wasn't King Arthur, as Merlin would have mentioned if he were in Camelot. She tried to think of other fairy tale beings and for a brief, fleeting moment she wondered in amusement if Peter Pan were about to stroll on out and greet them. At any rate, she was tensed and guarded, prepared for anything. 

	She took a seat at a table, her hand resting on her scabbard.