[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 snorted ever so slightly as Erik instructed that Hook had to be taken alive, but the others could be killed. The cynical part of her figured that Hook was too valuable an IP for him to be killed off in this story - and even if they thought they killed him, odds are they wouldn't see his body. Could she really prove that this world operated at the whims of storytelling tropes and themes? No. But there was little evidence she could see to disprove the notion that no matter what happened, it would be whatever events make for the most satisfying story. 

	They made their way back to the campsite, where the group began to split off. Megan's father, King Arthur, was going off on patrol. Megan felt that he probably wanted her to join him. Megan didn't feel much like eating. However, she had spent a [i]lot[/i] of time with her parents. She either wanted to spend some moments alone - or perhaps more needed, she ought to check in on her brother. She glanced at Jack. [color=silver]"I'm going to go see what sort of poisonous berries are native to this forest, if you'd care to join me,"[/color] she offered.