[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/nzzkRWNx/source.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Merlin's Tower 
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan tilted her head, torn between fascination with the murderous rabbit and the way Merlin had vaporized the guards with ease. She was beginning to get a better sense of the level of power he yielded - although it made her question why he needed any help at all. The only answer that came to mind was that his foe must have been even more powerful, forcing Merlin to require others instead of simply handling it all himself. But if he was going to be relying on her brother's magic skills, then clearly there was much to be desired... Merlin looked exhausted from his efforts. 

	Her heart paused for a moment as Merlin mentioned contacting and gathering their parents - even though so far, Megan had insisted that her biological parents meant nothing to her. They were simply strangers to her, people who had had sex and created a child. She didn't owe them anything for that - she hadn't asked for them to make her. And sure, she had dim memories of them but they were just that - memories. She had more meaningful relationships with the corpses in the morgue. [color=silver]"You ought to rest - you look like you should be lying on a slab,"[/color] Megan told her brother.