Telius watched from his position, unmoving in his pose, his expression staying that blank mask. Each Knight that was chosen after him was interesting in some way. Some were names that he knew from his classes or legends told by the hunting companies by a nightly fire. It seemed the most interesting of all was the woman of Arcane Spirit, Mira as her name supposedly was. Not only had Telius never heard of the element before, but there was something different about that woman. A strange sensation rose in his chest when he first looked at her. While it could have just been that Telius was attracted to her, it felt like something else entirely.

Once the last Knight was chosen, the were ushered through the city to a wagon. The first one to board was the Knight of Light, the boy. It seemed that he had forgotten something though and was soon whistling loudly. Moments later, Telius had to leap to the side to avoid a wolf crashing into him. The boy apologized and introduced himself as Leonidas. A strong name, Telius couldn't help but worry for the boy's safety. He remembered himself at that age, and now inexperienced he had been. Unconsciously the noble reached up and brushed his fingers against the scars that marred his face.

One of the women, the one who had leaped down from the sky on her bird, seemed to react badly to the sudden appearance of the wolf. Telius didn't blame her in the slightest, it had been startling. She drew a weapon and her bird appeared once more, but this time the size of a normal bird. She introduced herself as Alya and spoke about the Knights and how odd the customs of the people were. Telius figured he would be the next to introduce himself. Both his words and actions giving away his status as a noble immediately, if his last name didn't already. The noble gave a graceful bow to his new companions. "Telius Arden at your service."

With his introduction said, Telius stepped onto the wagon next. He made the split second choice to sit across from the boy rather than next to him. As tamed as it seemed, the wolf still made him wary. Besides, the longsword at his hip was not a close range weapon, if the wolf suddenly attacked, he needed time to draw his blade. He didn't want to be rude, but it had been a wild animal, though not a wolf, that had scarred his face. After that he had found himself much more cautious around them. Rightly so.