[h3][color=lightblue]TEAM RUTABAGA[/color][/h3]

Telio's family took the news of his departure as one would expect. Tears, a last supper together, one last word of advice from his father, and one last hug from his mother. However, neither of them could truly object to his decision. He was an adult now, and he had already proven himself successful both in his craft and financially. He has completed all outstanding work, closed his account books, and there were no obligations tying him to the city any longer. Well... there was one person who objected.

"Telio Lenocci, stop right there. I know what you are up to, and I think I deserve an explanation!"

[i]How did he even find out?[/i] Telio thought as Baron Dupoir ambushed him on his way to the city gates. "Sir, with all do respect, I am a free man and this is simply what I wish to do with my life. I assure you that there are no personal grievances between us that have influenced my decision... No, the Baroness is a lovely woman and I am proud of the many portraits that I made of her... This has nothing to do with payment. I have already accumulated a small savings under your employ that I'm sure will help me on my journey... No sir, there is nothing you can do to change my mind. If you'll be needing a replacement artist, I can recommend my friend Turel Argot, but that is all I can do for you... Yes sir, I wish the best for you and your family."

After that conversation, Telio didn't care that the weather was cloudy and damp. He reveled in what occluded rays of sunshine he could, for he would never have to draw Baroness Dupoir again! Not holding a teacup, not looking to the left, not in a red dress, not in a blue dress, And certainly not with that ridiculous fake smile she always made for his portraits. Oh, and he would get to explore the world, see things that people only dreamed of, etc. etc... and those things most definitely would [i]not[/i] include Baroness Dupoir! 

Telio approached the gate in high spirits, whistling a happy tune to himself. He wasn't sure what he was going to need for this journey, but he brought along with him some common senses essentials. A filled up waterskin, some dried meats and rations, some bandages, and of course a whole bunch of art supplies. Even though a large crowd had gathered, the Traveler hadn't shown up yet, so he took out his sketchpad and began drawing the last landscape he would ever make of Enn. He had no hatred and quite a bit of fondness for his home, and this showed in his final drawing. He remembered that when he was younger that building had a weather vane, so he drew one in. There used to be a small garden over there before the flood, as well. By the time Spook showed up, the drawing was finished, and as far as Telio was concerned, his final work in Enn held more truth than anyone's eyes could reveal at this time. 

Spook was bizarre. Telio immediately decided that he liked him. He and three others were ordained "Team Rutabaga," an interesting choice, but unique to say the least. Telio then realized that he had never drawn a rutabaga and wondered what an insignia would look like... but that would have to wait; manners came first. "Hello everyone," he said in a cheerful tone as he fell in with his group. "My name is Telio Lenocci, son of--" He cut himself off when he realized that there would no longer be a need for formal introductions. "Actually, just Telio. It's a pleasure to meet you all and--" 

Once again, he cut himself off when he realized that he recognized one of his teammates. "Miss Anzivino! It's been ages. I suppose you couldn't stand being cooped up in the aristocracy?" They had both grown a lot since they last met, but neither had changed so much that they would be unrecognizable. Telio had gotten along well with her when they were younger, and he was optimistic for more of the same. He made no mention of a team leader because he had a feeling that a certain swordsman would claim that title very quickly, which was fine by him. Telio had no experience bossing people around, nor did he have any desire to do so. 

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