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

Before Telio could even learn the names of his other teammates, he suddenly found himself dripping with water. Telio had expected that as a traveler there would be days where he would end up soaked from the rain or covered in mud. As such, he made sure that his pack was covered with a water-resistant material to protect his supplies. Likewise, his vest was made of a fine silk that the water ran off of rather than soaked into, so at least the core of his body was spared. His sleeves and pants would be soggy for a while, but after an hour or so of sunlight he was sure they would be more or less dry. Were it a hot summer day the bucket of water might even have been refreshing, but on an overcast day like this it was obnoxious at best.

It seemed that team rutabaga was taking the prank rather harshly, and it seemed unlikely that they would leave Enn without [i]somebody[/i] getting injured. However, Telio was only half paying attention to the altercation unfolding around him. In his hand, dripping wet, was the sketch he had just finished before he went to greet his team. He stared at the lines -- no they weren't lines anymore. They were vague smudges coming together in such a way that one mighty identify it as "a city," but it was no longer his landscape of Enn. Telio had been dissatisfied with some pieces before, and had disposed of many failed ideas in pursuit of his craft. However, never had anyone vandalized his work before.

He looked back up from his desecrated drawing and saw that a man from team broccoli had come over with the curious strategy of preventing a fight by antagonizing Fiametta. The man called their prankster Alexander Haile. "Just a moment Mr. Haile, if you please," Telio said as the young man tried to push past everyone, shrugging off his actions as insignificant. "There is something I'd like to show you."

He walked over to Alexander, not with anger behind his eyes like the other, nor with sadness, but with stoic solemnity. He held the ruined drawing up for Alex to see and spoke in a stern, sincere voice. "Although I am leaving this city, most of my memories of it are fond. This will likely be the last time I get to see Enn for a long time, so I wanted to draw one last picture here. You cannot make it out from what is left, but I also added some details from memory that I thought complemented the present very well. This picture would have been a comforting reminder of home in bleaker times, as well as a way for me to show any strangers we may meet 'this is where I'm from.' But, you saw fit to take that privilege away from me. I care little about the water, and I am sure that this," he gestured to the ruined drawing once again, "was not factored into your scheme. I would like to leave this city on pleasant terms so I'd be happy to toss this drawing away and treat it as another failed attempt, but I would also like you to [i]think[/i] before you decide to act like a child again. Let us have this be the end of it, yes?" 

Telio did not wait for a response. He tore out the ruined drawing, crumpled it up, and tossed it over his shoulder. Then, he flashed Alex a quick smile, patted him on the shoulder and looked up at Kelsier, not intimidated by the lash of authority in his voice. "Perhaps the gentleman from team broccoli could select gentler language when seeking to defuse an altercation." Then he turned to Fiametta. "And perhaps  miss Anzivino could overlook these grievances for the sake of a pleasant departure." With that, he returned his sketch book to his pack to save it from further damage, then proceeded the grab a bird cage and fell in with spook. They could finish their introductions once everyone's temper had cooled. 

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