[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]	For the relative silence that they needed to operate under, it served to make the shrieks of pain that much more piercing. Megan was disappointed she couldn't take the time to enjoy it properly. It was a symphony to her ears, the final performance of a beloved and magnificent opera, about to leave the stage forevermore. Sierra and Megan's father were both sabotaging the docks, whereas Megan heard another noice pierce the tenuous silence - crying. She turned her head, following the source of the sound, and she spotted cages on one of the nearby ships. 

	Megan didn't say a word to Sierra or Arthur, as she diverted her course, nimbly making her way onto the ship. There, she found more prisoners that she assumed to be merpeople - or merpeople enthusiasts, as they were wearing Atlantean clothing, shells and whatnot. Luckily, they had feet at the moment instead of finds. Chains and ropes kept them bound, and Megan paused for a moment, examining them all. [color=silver]"Don't move,"[/color] she cautioned, before using excalibur to release them, hacking away their bindings like they were nothing. 

	[color=silver]"Now go, and quickly,"[/color] she said, quickly scanning the ship for anything else interesting. The gold might've interested some, but it was dull to her.