[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 tried not to laugh slightly, learning that Hansel and Gretel were [i]the boss[/i]. She remembered their tale involved nearly being eaten by a witch who lived in a house made of candy. Megan had always rooted for the witch whenever her adoptive parents recounted that story - it seemed so much more interesting to be a cannibalistic outsider than a gullible child. Hansel and Gretel didn't look like children though. They also weren't nearly as plump as she would have expected. Perhaps they decided not to eat candy anymore. [color=silver]"I assume the witch is dead - that's a pity, I would have liked to meet her,"[/color] Megan murmured quietly. She still hadn't taken her hand off the hilt of her sword. 

	[color=silver]"Yes, several questions. Should we somehow become separated, where should we rendez-vous? Do you have the remains of the witch who tried to kill you still and if so may I have them? Does, erm, Red know to expect us? What level of resistance should we expect from the guards - I assume they're trained?"[/color] Megan asked seriously, hardly blinking an eye as she requested her answers. [color=silver]"And once we've got Red, where are we going to bring her - back to here? I assume we'd flee the city."[/color]