[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]	A sense of calm swept over Megan, as she conversed with the skull. Sometimes her words would tumble out all at once, a messy cascade of thoughts and ideas. Sometimes they were the softest of sentences, punctuated by quiet emotion. She didn't feel this sort of calm when speaking with the others here - the only one who came close to understanding her was her brother. She didn't fault anyone for that, of course. Even now, she was secluded from them, isolating herself by choice. She could have been downstairs with them, forging friendships and connections... but her brain just wasn't wired that way. She liked having time alone to herself, something she hadn't been afforded so far. Everything had been mission after mission, traveling with a large group. 

	It was just nice to have space to breathe and think. Mina was an exceptional listener after all - the dead always were. You had to appreciate stillness in order to hear them, but Megan knew how to do so. She knew the signs to look for - bruises, defensive wounds, stomach content. She could speak the language of the dead, determining the painful stories written in their skin. She sighed, looking at the skull and wondering what had been Mina's end. [color=silver]"I should go, shouldn't I?"[/color] Megan whispered, before placing Mina down on the bed. She stared at the skull for a moment, before descending the tower stairs.