Surrounded by machinery and noise and bogged down by his wagon full of supplies, he leaned against a bare wall of the factory and waited.
Toad glared slightly at the machines producing endless weapons, weapons designed to destroy the world and its dreams and hopes. Whoever this Smithy guy was, he'd wish he'd never been born when Mario got through with him.
So why was he worried? Because the Princess was fighting along with them, of course; seeing her there was one of the biggest shocks he could have recieved. And yet, it filled him with a sense of pride. He remembered the days of standing by helplessly every time Bowser came to kidnap her, hearing her cries as she waited for someone to help her. And now...
Maybe you're a fighter deep down after all, Princess, he thought. Just please, please be careful!
Of course she would. Mario would make sure of it. Mario always came through for them in the end, and someday Toad hoped to be even half as strong as the heroic plumber. He turned his gaze upwards and closed his eyes.
I know you can do it, Mario!