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Telio a rendu le sourire de Fiametta quand elle l'a approché avec le dessin. C'était un geste gentil, et il ne s'attendait certainement pas à ce qu'une noble telle qu'elle creuse dans la boue pour ses biens, mais la vérité était qu'il ne voulait plus le voir. Le dessin a été ruiné, involontairement vandalisé par son coéquipier, et rien ne allait changer cela. S'il le gardait, il deviendrait amer à chaque fois qu'il le voyait. Alex semblait avoir compris, donc Telio ne voulait pas que ce nuage sombre leur pende au-dessus alors qu'ils continuaient leur voyage.
-- Merci, dit-il, mais je pense qu'il vaudrait mieux que je laisse celui-là derrière moi. Cependant, alors qu'il parlait, il voyait une véritable préoccupation dans ses yeux, comme si c'était elle qui avait été blessée par la vandalisation. Il soupirait. "Et si vous l'aimez, alors gardez-le. Si un connaisseur apprécie l'une de mes œuvres, alors qu'il soit loin de moi de la considérer moins."
C'était rare quand quelqu'un appréciait l'effort et l'âme qu'un artiste mettait dans une œuvre plutôt que les résultats physiques de cet effort et de cette âme. Telio n'était pas étranger à l'examen public. Il s'est souvenu avoir lu une revue de son atlas qui l'appelait « un hodge-podge confus de gribbles qui ne sait pas s'il s'agit d'une carte ou d'un livre d'images ». Il avait appris à prendre une telle critique dans la foulée, mais quand votre âme réside dans chaque pièce, il est difficile de ne pas se soucier de ce que les autres pensent. Ainsi, accepter une œuvre que même l'artiste rejetait était une gentillesse que peut-être aucun d'eux ne comprendrait explicitement.
Name: Telio Lenocci
Appearance:

(No gun or headphones)
Abstract: The artist who wants to draw the world.
Detail: Telio was born into a long line of artisans. It is said that every building in Enn has something in it that was made by a Lenocci, and if not, then the building itself was made by one. Telio's parents made a comfortable living making all kinds of arts and crafts for the noblemen to show off in their manors, and it wasn't long before Telio was introduced to a client of his own.
Telio kept a sketchbook as a child and enjoyed drawing what little wildlife found its way into the city. He would spend hours making detailed drawings of plants, insects, and birds. His most prized possession was his pair of binoculars that a Traveler brought to the city one day. A nobleman purchased them as a curiosity from a merchant, then offered them as payment to Mr. Lenocci once he became bored with them, and they inevitably got passed on to Telio. Much to his parents' chagrin, he liked to climb to the top of the walls and look as far as he could with his binoculars, drawing down what he saw. He would imagine what the world was like out there and draw fictional maps of all the places he wanted to visit.
When he became older, the locations he drew maps of ceased being fictional. He had a few blueprints for some impractical oddball inventions, but he had amassed the most detailed map of the city of Enn ever produced. He made an entire atlas of the city, created an index system, and learned how to alter the scale of his maps. It contained symbolic overhead views, as well as detailed "street view" drawings of points of interest, and on his 18th birthday, "The Atlas of Enn" was acknowledged by royalty as the official comprehensive map of the city, and so he was commissioned by several noble families to make copies.
Eventually, Baron Dupoir took a personal interest in Telio's abilities, and sent in numerous drawing requests. Now Telio was making full-color drawings, not mere sketches for the nobleman, and making a comfortable living out of it. The only problem... well perhaps his portfolio speaks for itself: Baroness Dupoir, Pensive Baroness Dupoir, Baroness Dupoir holding an apple, Baroness Dupoir drinking tea, Baron and Baroness Dupoir, Baroness Dupoir smiling, Baroness Dupoir next to a candle, etc... It was heartwarming to see how much the Baron cared for his wife; unfortunately, Telio didn't care for her nearly as much, and was getting sick of all those fake poses and half-smiles that the nobles through at each other. However, he was stuck in a trench. Everybody knew him as a drawer of portraits now, and that was the only decent paying job he could get. Besides, it's not like he could actually leave the city...
"No experience necessary eh?"