[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 - Pub
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan was a little bit intrigued at what the girl with the curly hair was saying about bashing in the head of some idiot. She didn't need to be a detective like her brother to come up with the most likely target of the girl's fury. She wondered then if they had anyone conducting autopsies here - she supposed they probably didn't, which meant that if she [i]did[/i] end up killing the boy from earlier, Megan would get to be the one to take a sharp instrument to his head and cut it open, remove his brain, and then do the same to his other internal organs. She sighed slightly, feeling a bit melancholic. Life was so much simpler before all of this. She wasn't as used to talking to the living as she was conversing with the dead. 

	[color=silver]"I'm alright, thank you,"[/color] Megan said, when Merlin directed them to go get washed up if they needed it. She was used to being covered in blood - she went through quite a fair number of lab coats in her line of work. A run through the sewers wasn't enough to make her feel like she needed to take a shower, and she doubted that they had any water pressure here. It was probably just cold tubs of water. It wasn't too long until someone was shouting for Merlin up the stairs. Megan was a bit impressed. They had hardly been back and already, someone had found a way to get into trouble. [color=silver]"How much do you want to bet they're crying for Merlin because showers had yet to be invented?"[/color] Megan quipped to her brother, taking a seat. 

	She was [i]very[/i] glad she hadn't gone upstairs to look into the chaos with Merlin though, when a stranger walked into the bar and the door shut behind him like magic. He looked like a corpse - like something Megan would've been brought in a bag, with the explanation it had been fished out of the river. She didn't see any traces of her brother in the stranger's face. Megan put one hand on the hilt of her sword. [color=silver]"Just say the word,"[/color] she whispered to Jack.

[hider=Held Roll]If Jack's father attacks / acts aggressively, Megan is going to draw excalibur and swing at him, aiming for a non-fatal but incapacitating blow. Skills - Fencing, Self Defense[/hider]