Jonathan had met this messenger before in his service to the crown, he gave Michelle a curt nod and accepted a letter, indicating a time and place to meet. Thanking Michelle he went about gathering his things, he had a feeling that if he was to be watching over a flock he would need to be prepared. "It has been a whole since I've done field work, this should be interesting." He muttered to himself as he pulled a dark wooden box from its resting place atop a shelf. Inside, nestled on a soft velvet cloth was a locket, the seal melted shut, he retrieved the locket and slipped it on and tucked it beneath his shirt before gathering a few curative potions and slipping them into a pouch. He continued milling about, gathering a small pal of supplies; food, water, clothing, a small kit with oils and cloths for maintaining his weapons. Clipped to this bag was a badge, a sort of relic from the past, it bore the words NYPD and Odan, a family heirloom from before things went south.<br/><br/>With his bag packed and his equipment strapped he set out the door, he looked as though he were headed on a long trip and his face held the smirk of someone looking forward to adventure.<br/><br/>He arrived in short order at the warehouse, his trek not waylaid by any problem. Stepping inside he found that the other "adventurers" had already gathered and ran a wary eye over them, if he was to insure the purity of this group he would need to see them in action and judge them individually. He found a spot that he could lean against some crates and listened to Raymond's speech, he then heard another man in the group speak and he smirked.<br/><br/>"If the man says we are the best at what we do then why not take it as a compliment, what affects the crown can potentially affect us all, why not do you part and help tackle this problem? It might potentially lead to a reward if that is more motivating that helping out a good cause."