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

"What?!" Fiammetta spoke out. "[i]Rutabaga?[/i] You mean like that vegetable that grows in the [i]ground?![/i]"

But he didn't respond to her cries of outrage. The noble girl followed the Traveller Spook with a wary eye. Somehow he was something... [i]less[/i] than she'd expected. He didn't seem to carry himself with any of the dangerous poise or grace befitting someone with the title of "Traveller", a moniker one typically only earns facing the mightiest beasts and savages that lurk outside Enn's walls. If... [i]when[/i] she became a Traveller herself, she wasn't sure she'd [i]want[/i] to be associated with someone like this.

Just as she was about to speak up and voice her opinion of him though, she was greeted by a rather familiar face from childhood. Her smile brightened.

"Aha! You're Telio, right? Telio Lenocci? The painter boy from all those years ago!" she said with warmth in her greeting. Although it had almost been more than five years since they'd last seen each other, she still remembered the boy's bright, shining face and curious spark. "Oh it's been so long! We were both still children, yes? Ah, but someone of my stature never forgets the faces of her subjects!"

Or those bright green eyes. Telio had the eyes of a painter. That at least was certain. But those eyes seemed to have lost some of their brightness over the years. What perhaps had happened to him to make him lose that glorious shine? As a noble it was her duty to bring out the best in her people.

She started forming the words to ask Telio how he'd been and what he'd been doing with his considerable talents, and whether or not he'd ever consider doing any more paintings of her. "So, Telio, I-"

But before she could finish, a torrential downpour soaked her down to the bone. It was lucky for Fiammetta that she was wearing her breastplate and sword-skirt, or perhaps the deluge would have left her not only drenched but indecently exposed (in front of commoners no less!). The fabric her clothes were made out of was very light. Comfortable, but it clung to the body and would have become partially opaque when wet. To be unable to preserve her dignity in the eyes of her subjects... now that truly would have been a nightmare, especially for a noblewoman like herself. 

She hugged her waist and midsection, both to ward off the cloud and to cover her exposed stomach with her heavy armor gauntlets. Fiammetta shivered, and glared at the militiaman. 

"You! Soldier boy! Do you have any idea what you've just done?! You've dropped this... this [i]filthy[/i] water on a member of the noble house of Anzivino! Do you have no sense of decency or respect?!"

She drew one of the swords hanging at her waist and pointed it at Alex. 

"I demand we fight! Duel me if you think yourself worthy to humiliate a member of house Anzivino, and your punishment shall be metted out in blood, bruises, and blackened eyes!"