[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan didn't get much from the list of knights that King Arthur listed, as she only knew about Lancelot from the stories of Lancelot and Guinevere sleeping together. She had to wonder if that was true here as well. Was there going to be a twist that Megan turned out to be an affair baby? She wished she knew more about the Arthurian cannon - and then she stopped her thoughts there. She didn't need to know more. This wasn't an inheritance or a heritage. These people weren't her parents - sure, they had conceived her, but they hadn't raised her. They didn't owe her anything and she didn't owe them anything. Once everything was over, Megan was going to go back to her normal life... but she was keeping the sword. Excalibur was hers. 

	Their carriage ended up coming to a stop inside a bay of sorts, one of the few places that seemed to actually be a sealed air-environment. Megan was a bit relieved that was an option down here - she had been ever so mildly concerned that they would have to swim around in deep diving suits or something the entire time. Megan stood up from her seat and hopped out of the carriage, staring back at the people gawking at them with mistrust. She had a bit of a dead eyed expression almost, like the look of someone so desensitized that it just bored into your skull - an unnerving, uncomfortable gaze. It was her natural resting face. Like she was thinking about how best to murder you and hide the evidence.