[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]	[color=silver]"I know it wasn't necessary, brother of mine,"[/color] Megan said, staring at Jack dead in the eyes. She knew that she didn't [i]need[/i] to stab Isabella and rub salt in the wound. She didn't act out of necessity, she acted out of wanting retribution, revenge. It was plain and simple. Just because she had a magic sword now and supposedly royal heritage didn't mean Megan was going to let that change her. She was a medical examiner - she liked watching horror movies and fencing and drinking way too much coffee and staying up far too late. She followed Isabella with her eyes, smirking ever so slightly with satisfaction. 	

	[color=silver]"I'm done, yes, as long as she is,"[/color] Megan promised. She finished eating what food she wanted, before wiping at her eyes slightly, missing coffee for a brief moment. But she was still alert. It hadn't been her first time being deprived of caffeine when she had things to do and she doubted it would be the last. She stood up from the table, her hand on the sheath of her sword, and she walked outside after Hansel.