who: arthur & @morrigandiaval where: the graveyard
There were few people more dangerous than Maleficent, and for that reason alone, Arthur had never gone near the woman. Though she was a magical being, and fiercely against the Hunters, she seemed to have a deep distaste for everything the Order stood for, too. It didn't make much sense to him, as they could help each other in the end, but there was no use in hoping that she would come around without a little bit of a nudge. If Arthur was going to seriously put in some effort this time into beating them while the borders will still closed, moves had to be made. His next one came in the form of the woman's right-hand man.
Though Arthur knew exactly who the boy was, he didn't reach out ahead of time to request a meeting. Instead, he'd heard a tip from one of the Parr kids that he frequented the Graveyard a few nights a week. Arthur wasn't much of a drinker in general, nor did he really go out that much, but he supposed this deserved an exception. The bar was quiet, and the head of dark, curly hair stuck out among the few people at the bar. Arthur slid into the seat beside the boy, ordering a beer for himself before turning to him. "I hope this isn't too forward, Morrigan, but my name is Arthur Pendragon. Pardon me if you don't know who I am," he introduced with an outstretched hand. "I was hoping we'd cross paths sooner or later, though I'm afraid I had to take it upon myself to make it the former. I was hoping we could talk, if you're not entirely occupied."
