[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 was disappointed there weren't any remains of the witch. She would have liked to see if magic use impacted the corpse. Remains could tell a story of how a person lived their life, indicating whether or not they broke their wrist as a child - maybe there would be some evidence that they knew how to cast [i]fireball[/i]. The news that they would be sending calls for others after this mission told Megan two things: 1) they weren't going to get any backup on this and 2) they had to be the most qualified people for the job. She knew her way around a sword, but she was hardly impressed with the lot assembled. 

	She decided to pass on having a drink. All she would have wanted was tea and she wasn't particularly thirsty or hungry. She'd find something during the night. She was an insomniac after all and likely wouldn't be able to sleep much, but she was used to functioning that way. Her mind was always just active when the moon was shining. [color=silver]"I don't have a preference. Put me with whatever group needs me and my sword,"[/color] she said. [color=silver]"Jack should be on the distraction team though. He has the muscle mass of a limp noodle."[/color]