Mecholithi walks towards the edge of Luskan turning over her chieftain's words in her head...About the temples that needed to be attacked...about the missing girl from down south...about the cleric of Solonor that he sent who has since been captured....This mission would certainly be a challenge for her. She is a defender, not an invader. A protector, not a desecrator. Infiltration and destruction of urban complexes is not exactly her area of expertise, but she trusts in his wisdom in choosing her. She does wonder, however, who strange elf standing in the back of the room was, and more importantly, why he was wearing a signet ring bearing the peronal seal of Queen Amruil of Evermeet, which undoubtably marks him as a very important individual if not an agent of the queen. Suddenly, she senses a presense behind her. In one fluid motion, she draws her swords and spins around to stab whoever is behind her. A man in a blue hooded robe twists a quarterstaff in his two hands such that each half parries a balde outwards, then punches the staff forward and hits her under the chin, knocking her flat on her back.
He pulls off his hood, revealing a human pretty-boy with long (for a man) blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He look to be in his early 20's, but she surmises that he is in actuality quite a bit older than that. Mecholithi recognizes him from a drawing that her chieftain showed her. He is the fighting cleric of Mystra who she is supposed to meet in Luskan to recieve her mission from.
"Whoa, careful there. You must be Mecholithi. You can call me Jonathan. You OK? <Jonathan bends down and extends his hand to help her up>