[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 wrinkled her face in disgust at the idea of consuming alcohol this early in the morning. While she was an insomniac, that didn't mean she wanted to pound shots bright and early. Alcohol was firmly an evening beverage in her opinion - maybe it would be suitable for breakfast at a wedding or a graduation ceremony or a funeral, but those were the main exceptions she could think up. Oh, she supposed it would also be suitable for an early morning murder. [color=silver]"I'd rather drink rat poison this early,"[/color] she commented, before leaving the room and heading down the staircase to the main part of the inn. 

	There was one other thing she didn't like first thing in the morning - [i]Isabella[/i]. She was clearly obsessed with Jack and now she was accusing Megan of sleeping with her brother? That was disgusting. She forced a sweet smile and sat down next to Isabella for a brief moment. [color=silver]"Aren't you funny?"[/color] she asked, although it wasn't really a question. Megan put some eggs and toast on her plate, before picking up a fork and she turned to Isabella, stabbing her in the hand with the fork. She left it there. [color=silver]"Oops. I'm so dreadfully sorry, let me help you. I know an old remedy for easing pain in flesh wounds,"[/color] Megan apologized. She roughly yanked the fork out, grabbed the salt shaker, and started vigorously adding salt to Isabella's wound.