Megan whispered to herself "Hard to not reconize your own bloodline." She placed a gentle hand on the stain glass quietly looking at Ember Nocturne. Her and Alexander Nocturne...started this bloodline... She gently stroked the glass and whispered again to herself "And now..." The sun was in a position just right that the glass's light casted a long shadow over Megan. "Is this all I'm worth? Just...the next link in the chain"

"I'm thinking so, but we should definitely look. What about that tournament?" Ana asked. "See any reason to still participate?"

"Depends on if it's a death match or not. Ten dragon fights in a row and a high probability of dying rubs me the wrong way." Troy replied.

Megan went into the inn and went into the room she paid for and sat in the corner and cried. Learning the Sword Styles of Arenith, seeing all of it for fun, maybe helping with Xiluhr's insanity, bringing honor to her bloodline while making her own legacy. It doesn't mean anything...

She...doesn't mean...anything. She might as well pay for a gigalo and knock herself up...that's all she's good for.

“I would hope they’re not massacring people on the daily,” Ana said.

(It's not jsut that, but constantly getting reminded that she's a Nocturne...Ivan, only hanging out with her because she's a Nocturne. Ana, only sees the Bloodline (Though she doesn't know that part) , Xiluhr, sees the Bloodline, Troy, probably would see the bloodline (Again, Megan doesn't know that) , Darst, sees the bloodline.

No one sees Megan Clover for Megan Clover. So being reminded constantly by people only seeing her bloodline and not herself...yeah this would break her)

Megan was trying to hold in bawling because she didn't want to wake up Ivan or Gilly.

(Aylmer doesn't give a shit about who she is.)

"Maybe we could watch one or two matches first. They did say people are constantly challenging the dragons." Troy suggested.

They would see something supposedly where the tribute to Ember Nocturne is in the middle of town. Something called the Stone of Scales.

Megan stood up her life shattered as she went down looking lethargic and beaten.

Gilly was actually still up, getting some food she intended to leave for Megan, but was instead surprised to see her. “What the hell happened to you?” She asked.

“Then at least we got something. If not for the tunnels, then a lead out of this mad house too,” Ana said.

Megan looked up at her then looked back down sitting in a corner. "I hate my blood..."