Okay, so apparently I had malware on my computer that had disabled my administrative functions, shut down my virus scan, and killed my internet connection. Sorry for the delay, all problems are now fixed and there won't be any more month-long delays, I really wish I could've kept up on my previous problems, but now we found the cause of it, so I'll be able to. That is all, please enjoy the chapter :)

-Myrr

Chapter 39: Iceland

"It is good to see that you all made it here alive," He smiled warmly. "I was truly beginning to worry."

Luigi smiled back, relieved to see another friendly face. To him, it meant that they were in the clear. He tilted his head slightly, "Worry? About us?" Luigi chuckled sarcastically. He seemed to be a magnet for all sorts of trouble lately.

Nikolai nodded, casting a slightly disdainful sideways glance at Sigurd. "Myes…" He turned his light-blue eyes back to the group as Sigurd's head tilted in confusion. He whined. The professor shook his head, sweeping the large ushanka from his head in a sweeping bow. "At any rate, King Windbag requested that I accompany you to his castle."

"Just, um…if you could give us a second to pack up, that'd be great."

Nikolai chuckled. "As you wish. Perhaps, if I may assist…?"

"No need," Gadd said lightly, stifling a yawn. "We'll be just a second, no need to trouble yourself…" He yawned hugely.

Kalliel paused momentarily, his brow furrowing slightly. "Let us hurry…then…" he trailed off, grimacing.

Luigi paused, holding a tent pole from the dismantled shelter. Is something…wrong?

Kalliel looked puzzled for a moment, letting his eyes slip out of focus. I'm not…sure. I don't believe so…he smiled wearily as he rubbed his temple. I think I may have just been worrying too much. Now that we're safe, maybe I just can't get myself to relax…

Well, if it makes you feel any better… I still don't really feel one-hundred percent secure yet…

You never do…Kalliel audibly chuckled.

Pyewacket yawned and snorted as he shook himself awake, ruffling the shimmering red mane. He stood, stretching his long legs as the others packed everything back into the saddle bags. Within the hour, they had set off again, taking great care to bundle up excessively. Nikolai adjusted his scarf and bent his head against the wind as he urged Anya onward through the whipping winds.

Gadd had disappeared deep into his saddlebag, wrapped in a mass of blankets while Luigi and Marius fought with the wind while atop Pyewacket. With the fire extinguished in his belly, the prince narrowed his eyes and folded his wings close to conserve heat in the harsh blizzard. They all knew it couldn't be that far from some inkling of civilization. Luigi knew, after working with Mario for so long, that the Iceland pipelines were a different set than those crisscrossing the rest of the continent. He knew that there was something different about these pipes. Namely the fact that they didn't freeze and become inactive like the standard kingdom pipes. Apart from that, he knew little. Mario kept the only pipe map of Iceland that he knew of. Really and truly, he was growing weary of the traveling and taking a shortcut through a pipe might be a good thing. That is… if they could find one big enough for Pyewacket to travel through.

Luigi finally broke away from the swarm of thoughts buzzing about in his head when he noticed the winds subsiding. He stopped Pyewacket as he noticed only a few snowflakes drifting from the heavily-clouded sky. The wind stirred his hair and clothing as he turned to look behind them at the thick wall of storms a few feet behind them.

"Ees…something wrong?" Nikolai asked, having noticed the absence of his follower.

Luigi looked back for a moment before nudging Pyewacket on. "No, nothing's wrong." He looked back at Marius, who wore an identical confused expression.

With their business done in Rougeport, Loky, Judges, and Grym plodded quietly across the savannas in Grassland. The master wouldn't have any jobs for them to do after they returned, so the three had decided to take a hunting side-trip, though it had turned into more of a leisurely stroll. Judges stopped and sniffed the ground near a grassy knoll where there were remains of charcoal hidden beneath a pile of dried grass.

His lips pulled back in a sneer, showing brilliant white and razor-sharp teeth. He caught the faint smell of Luigi and that blasted yoshi prince. "This was their camp…" He grumbled, swatting at the remains of the fire pit away.

"Why should it matter?" Grym glowered, looking toward the northern mountains. The tops were obscured by a thick curtain of swirling mist. "…He's long gone out of our reach by now."

"I still don't understand why the master didn't want us to just kill 'im when we had the chance…" Loky grimaced, expecting a sneer from Judges. To his surprise, Judges looked at him and nodded in wholehearted agreement.

"Patience…" Grym said, staring at his paws. He looked up and jumped. Judges' face was inches away from his, almond eyes peering at him menacingly.

"You know something…" he rasped.

Grym's tentacles undulated slowly as he slunk back. "No…I know nothing. Give the master time for his plans to unfold."

"Elucidate for me…" Judges said quietly.

"The man we spoke with…Doopliss…he's a shape-shifter…am I correct?" Grym purred slyly, his confidence bolstered with his own cunning logic. "Remember what the master said…Whomever he assumes the form of is left as a shadow while he walks around masquerading as his victim. We gave him a shard. A shard, mind you…not a fragment. Lord Kamek would not want to waste a precious piece of himself on Luigi."

A light dawned on Judges. "I see…" Judges' teeth reappeared in a maniacal grin. He knew that the shards were used to control the hearts of its victims. "I suppose we let him do as he pleases with it, whatever it may be…"

"Sooo…" Loky began, trying to piece it together. "Maybe with a ton of luck and good timing, we can get rid of Luigi without them even notice that he's gone."

"Right," Judges grinned at him. "A poison from within, this darkness is…"

"Nardis was but a guinea pig," Grym chuckled darkly. "Somewhat of a failure, but still a success nonetheless…"

"Ouch…What a way to go…hehehe…" Loky giggled mischievously at the thought. He paused for a moment, his smile sliding off his face to be replaced by a flat look. "That is… If he even survives the winter."

Grym paused as well, frowning. "I…didn't think of that…"

"It'd save a lot of trouble…" Judges rolled his eyes and hissed sourly. "The clumsy fool'd probably have a better chance of screwing up there than anywhere else. He's as good as dead up there anyway. If the cold doesn't get him, the werewolves will…" He hunched his shoulders and flattened his eyebrows. "Damn it…I wanted to do it…" he muttered to himself.

Loky gulped audibly. "Werewolves? They're not part of the master's plan, too are they?"

"No…" Grym said, shaking his head rapidly. "I wish they were, though." He paused, sneering sourly. "I get the impression that the man we encountered at the winter ball with the shotgun is a hunter of them. He shot me with silver bullets." He rolled his shoulder, wincing. "That stung something terrible…"

"Perhaps we can find a way through…" Loky suggested. "I wanna see some werewolves."

"It'd be wise to give them a wide berth," Judges said softly, "but finally, for once, I agree with you," he chuckled, ruffling his younger brother's mane while Grym looked on. "Perhaps you're not such a loss after all."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean!?" Loky barked as Judges turned and plodded towards the mountain ridge. Grym shook his head.

"We might as well do something productive. We'll search the border for an opening. If Windbag's got storms as his stronghold, then we can go through them. If not, there has to be some tunnels through the mountains," Judges grinned, then sauntered forth at a leisurely pace.

"So, where exactly are we? I can't see a thing in these snow drifts," Marius said, waving a few whipping flakes out of his face. They had been traveling for hours with no sign of civilization and to top it off, a small snowstorm had begun. Thankfully, it wasn't anywhere near as bad as the blizzards on the mountain tops from early this morning. Maverick and Sigurd had gone ahead to scout as Nikolai stared calmly down at a small compass he held in the palm of his hand.

"We'll be somewhere to rest shortly," Professor Asimov said, rolling his r's and smiling back at him. "Do not fear, in the next village I am thinking that we will find good food, a place to rest for the night and a pipe to take you to the capital."

"A pipe? I thought pipes froze over up here," Kalliel queried to Luigi.

"Not up here. They're special-made so they don't freeze or break. They deteriorate really badly once you cross them over the mountains where it's warmer, so we don't bother with them too much," Luigi said, drawing on his plumbing escapades with his brother.

"Mmm…That's why Hrolf and Randulf said there were no lines beneath the mountains…" Kalliel Murmured. Luigi nodded.

Their progress halted as a loud roar sounded overhead. Pyewacket startled, jostling his passengers. Anya nickered nervously, pawing the ground as Nikolai stroked her neck, speaking to her in a language Luigi couldn't place. There was a great blast of wind and snow as the sound of huge, flapping wings was heard. Shielding his eyes, Luigi peered through his fingers and uttered a cry as he toppled off the back of Pyewacket, taking Marius with him.

A large, pearl-scaled dragon had descended into the clearing. With one final flap, it settled, sending a puff of fresh powder snow into the air. It folded its regal wings, drawing itself to its full height. A grey-furred Ulfr slid off of the saddle on the back. He approached Professor Asimov and exchanged a few hasty words, accompanied by a respective bow before moving to Luigi.

"Master Luigi, I assume, ja?" He asked, bowing low. Sigurd stood wagging his tail at the sight of the newcomer. The Ulfr offered his paw, which Luigi shook.

"That's me, yes."

"My lord, I am Geyma, chief of Windbag's scouts. He has sent me to be checking on your progress."

Asimov watched him with a flat scowl. Luigi silently noted this, knowing that his distrust of the wolf clans stemmed from his werewolf-hunting.

"You fare well, ja?" Geyma continued, his English masked by a heavy accent. "The next town is not far, about five minutes fast riding from here. We should go. I am imagining that you are cold."

"You imagine right," Gadd said flatly, lifting up the flap on his saddle-bag and peering out.

"Right," Geyma nodded, smiling. "We go now, yes?" He loped to Sigurd before exchanging a quick, brotherly embrace and a few light-hearted words spoken in Icelandic, which were returned by a short bark from Sigurd. After their pleasantries were exchanged, he leapt onto the back of his dragon and gently tapped it with his heels. The dragon snuffled before spreading its leathery, white wings and taking to the air with a mighty flap. "It's not much farther!" He yelled over the rushing wind.

"Are you alright, sir?" Luigi cautiously asked Nikolai as he and Marius retook their positions on Pyewacket's back.

"I am uneasy about their kind," He said quietly as he nudged Anya into a brisk walk. Pyewacket adjusted his scarf and blew a bit on his hands, hissing as a small jet of flame missed his fingers my mere millimeters. He kept an easy pace alongside of the Clydesdale.

"I…can see that," Luigi said.

"Werewolves in reality resemble them in a bastardized mirror image. Rabid, unfocused, beastly. Trying to pick one out of a troop of Ulfr is like finding a needle in a haystack when they aren't hunting. Too many casualties. Too many close calls."

"Oh. I understand now…that makes sense…" Luigi said uneasily.

Nikolai offered him a small smile. "Do not think for a minute that I abhor their race. They are a proud, loyal people; and such strength is uncommon in the races of the world. I admire them in so many ways, yet I cannot help but exercise caution. Overlooking the slightest thing can lead to the deaths of many. I do not hate them; no…I hate what masquerades as them."

Luigi stared at him in reverence. He nodded, looking up to the white dragon that flapped along lazily in the breeze. He tried to imagine Geyma and Sigurd and even General MacPherson as rabid beasts. The image was frightening and powerful. It sent a shiver down his spine.

Just as Geyma had stated, the village was no more than five minutes away and upon their entry into the town, they were greeted by a wave of cheers and applause. Toads of various heights and cap-colors flooded the streets accompanied by an equal number of Highland Ulfr and a handful of various humans, koopas, and even a few bob-ombs.

"Word travels fast, doesn't it?" Luigi asked as Kalliel appeared next to him. Kalliel smiled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Indeed."

Maverick fluttered to and fro, chirping and warbling happily. Luigi looked down and smiled, feeling a sense of warmth from the excited faces of the crowd.

"A'ight, a'ight ge' a move on naow, comin' through," A loud voice sounded over the din. An Ulfr with russet-brown fur and a somewhat broad belly tried to calm the congregation. "Well now, this is a grand sight. Welcome, Luigi, to our village. I'm Chief Wallace, and the clans here all welcome yae." The heavy Ulfr smiled, showing his set of sharp, pearly teeth. He was heavy-set with thick, strong limbs. He definitely lacked the lithe form of the King's guards, but his thick, powerful limbs boasted comparable strength nonetheless. He wore a red deerskin jerkin, a broad leather belt around his thick waist which held up a beautifully colored tartan of a deep, rich red, striped with gold and green. Luigi looked around. The majority of the people wore kilts in the same style, but the variety of patterns was enough to boggle his mind.

Wallace spotted Luigi admiring the various patterns and clapped his paws together, "I'd be happy tae tell ye all about the clans if'n ye'd like to stay a while. I'd recommend it. A good night's rest'd be just the thing, but not afore you get some feed in you."

Marius rubbed his stomach as it growled hungrily. "Man, that sounds like a good idea right about now, I'm starving."

Wallace chuckled, his stomach shaking with mirth. "Well naow, I guess tha' settles it then." He turned to his townspeople, "Alright yew lot, shift ye'r carcasses! Ye heard him, didn' ya? We got hungry travelers!"

Luigi and Marius hopped down off of Pyewacket as the townsfolk rushed off to prepare accommodations for their regal guests. Wallace clapped him smartly on the back. "Now, I know that ye've been travelin' for a while now, but it may make yeh feel better knowin' that ye've got thae entire country at yer back. Ol' man Windbag released a proper declaration puttin' us all behind ye whether ye like it or not," he winked. "Them shadow-cats will nae lay a finger on yeh, that's for damn sure."

Luigi nodded, wincing slightly from the feeling of having his spine slammed into his chest. He felt relieved nonetheless. "Chief, I know you and Windbag said that we're safe here…but…" He trailed off, silently hoping to himself that he would be able to send letters. "…Will I be able to send mail out?"

Wallace thought for a moment, rubbing his thick chin. "I don' see why not… ye'd have to talk to Windbag abou' tha'." He winked at him, "Got someone special out there now, do ya'?"

Luigi nodded, causing Wallace to thump him on the back once more. Luigi stumbled slightly, but caught himself as he tried to catch his breath.

Dinner that night was a joyous, welcome event. The food was wonderful, the town dining hall warm and filled with lively chatter and music. Luigi watched with awe as a few lovely Ulfr maidens gracefully step-danced to a lively tune played by a few of the townsfolk on a set of bagpipes, a small accordion-like instrument, and a flute of sorts.

"Everyone seems…so cheerful here," Marius said serenely as he watched the dancers as they kept time to the rhythm of the song with smiles on their faces.

"Ah, let me be the first to let ye know, in Iceland, we try not tae bother ourselves with negative things. There's always a silver lining, always a reason tae celebrate," Wallace said from his place at Luigi's side. "We're a proud folk, a land of grea' warriors and we damn well exercise that. Most of us dunnae fear much in this world, because we always find something tae fight for. Tha' alone gives us the strength tae carry on when times are down. Ye always have to find something worth fightin' for." He smiled as he turned his attention to his townspeople once more.

Luigi hardly touched his food after that. It wasn't anything troubling him. He just couldn't push the thought of everyone he loved out of his mind. Mario, Daisy, Peach, his friends and teammates, Maverick, Kalliel, Pyewacket, the professor…All of them were part of his family in one way or another. What the big issue was he now realized that everyone was looking to him. It wasn't really daunting, but it gave him a sense of hope knowing that he would be there for them and they would be there for him, no matter how frightened he became due to the circumstances.

As he lay down that evening in the first bed he'd slept in in a couple of weeks, he felt sense of sheer exhaustion and confidence that nothing was going to happen. He didn't dwell too much on it, as Maverick snuggled up against him and cooed. He promptly slipped into a deep, heavy sleep.

The next morning, he awoke to daylight streaming in through the window. The panes of glass were framed with minute crystalline forms from the ice outside. Luigi rubbed his eyes and sat up, carefully avoiding waking Maverick. Looking out the window, he saw that the morning was crisp and clear, revealing sapphire-blue skies traced with wispy, thin cirrus clouds. The thick fir-tree forest and the surrounding ground and town were blanketed in white from yesterday's snowfall.

A loud snort startled him. Pyewacket was sprawled awkwardly over one of the beds. He looked perfectly content, but his legs hung over the foot, and all around, his body was too big for it. He was snoring heavily, oblivious to everything around him. Luigi chuckled as Maverick awoke and gave him a groggy, puzzled look.

There came a small knock at the door. The professor entered a few seconds later after, casting a flat look at the snoring yoshi.

Luigi stifled a yawn, "Good morning, been up long?"

"Yeah, a little…Ol' feather-face was over hear sawin' logs so hard, woke me up at seven, couldn't go back to sleep after that," Gadd shook his head as he grabbed hold of Pyewacket's foot. "C'mon, up an' addem. Yer about as subtle as a dump truck…" he grumbled.

Luigi stretched as Kalliel floated idly through the wall, casing Luigi to jump, his hair standing on end.

"Someone's a bit jumpy this morning," he remarked in amusement.

"Do you ever sleep?" Luigi asked as he smoothed his hair. Kalliel yawned and nodded, having given up on trying to talk through his yawn.

"Well anyway," Gadd said as Pyewacket snorted before ruffling his wings and fluffing his feathers. "It's ten-thirty, let's all get some breakfast before we leave…Chief's got the pipe ready an' everything."

Pyewacket flopped off of the bed and smoothed his wings as Luigi changed into his thick winter clothes, followed by the chain-mail and canvas surcoat. He noted that it fit much better with layers on underneath it. In the dining room of the inn, the company shared a quick breakfast before exiting into the bristling cold, clear morning. Gadd shielded his eyes as he looked up into the bright, clear sky. "Whew," he remarked. "Nice change to what we've been having, huh?"

Luigi paused with a hand on Pyewacket's saddle. "Something just occurred to me…" he said quietly. "Is the pipe they have going to be big enough to get Pyewacket in? I'm just worried about his wings…"

"O' course!" Wallace scoffed as he lumbered up the path with Nikolai upon Anya at his side. "We have a system of service pipes that criss-cross th' land for movin' supplies and stuff. Yer friend'll have plenty of room."

Wallace stamped his foot heavily into the earth, causing a small tremor. A huge pipe, ten feet in diameter sprang up from the snowy ground, its icy-blue complimenting the colors of the snowy forest and clear sky. Pyewacket would easily fit, much to everyone's relief. If he couldn't it would be a huge issue. The young ex-prince still could not fly.

"Well," Nikolai said, clearing his throat quietly. "It seems to me that this is where we go our separate ways for the time being." Luigi stopped and looked at him, "This isn't going to be the last time we see you is it?"

Nikolai chuckled softly. "I certainly hope not, however, I'm afraid that I have things to attend to at my estate. Perhaps you and the King would stop by sometime. You are always welcome, Luigi, your friends, too."

Luigi nodded, "That would be cool. I'd love to hear more about your research and findings."

"Any time." He looked at Gadd and gave a quick nod of acknowledgement, receiving the same from his cousin in turn.

"Oh, before I forget, Luigi said, turning away from the pipe, "Thanks for all of your help. I don't think we would have made it down the mountain in one piece if it hadn't been for you. Thanks."

Nikolai smiled, blue eyes twinkling from beneath his brows. "The pleasure was mine. Now go, go." He said lightly shooing them. "The king awaits."

Marius laughed quietly, he now knew from Luigi's stories and personal observation that the king was not one to be kept waiting.

"Shall we?" Kalliel asked. Maverick made several clicking noises with his toungue, sounding to them like an equestrian's order to speed up his horse.

"All right, buddy," Luigi said rubbing his head with his free hand, causing Maverick to purr. "Let's go." He leapt up to the lip of the wide, low-set pipe before hopping in, followed by Marius and Maverick, then Kalliel and Gadd and finally Pyewacket and Sigurd. The loud 'CHNG CHNG CHNG' sounded, signaling their departure as the pipe sunk back into the ground. Nikolai saluted them, "Godspeed."

"I shall await your return to the castle, ja?" Geyma requested, saddling his dragon.

"In due time, young Geyma," Nikolai said serenely with a smile. "Give my regards to your master." With that, he nudged Anya into a swift trot and disappeared into the snowy forest. Geyma in turn bade the Chief farewell and with a gentle nudge of his foot, the dragon rose into the air into the clear blue sky.

The sound had been much louder and lower than the pipes in the kingdom, and the feeling was even weirder. The pipes were glowing slightly, granting them view of their tunnel system. The pipes seemed to be lined with flowing ice that resembled a time-frozen river, the light bounced off the gentle curved and dips. The inside was cold as well, unlike the pipes in the south.

Marius gave a whoop as the pipe suddenly dipped and turned, rose then fell again like an icy roller coaster. He laughed, enjoying the ride. They must have been traveling much faster than he realized, as within five minutes, Luigi and his friends all found themselves hurled into the air from the momentum of the pipe. "Aiiiiieeeeee!!!" He and Gadd cried as they fell a short ways into a thick, pillow-y blanket of fresh snow. Marius fell with another whoop of pleasure while Sigurd made a strange, but excited howl as he too enjoyed the sudden surprise. Pyewacket flapped his wings awkwardly for a moment before plummeting down with a similar cry while Kalliel and Maverick had stopped their own ascent and merely hovered in the air. Gadd and Luigi poked their heads out of the snow before looking up.

"Ahhaaanonono!!!" They both cried as Pyewacket landed heavily on top of them.

Loud sounds of heavy laughter were heard through the snow as Gadd dug a small tunnel out, only to be lifted up by a pair of strong hands beneath his arms.

"Well, well, well, happy Monty Mole Day, professor!!" Windbag cheerily said with a grin. The tiny professor scowled at him.

"You are not funny…"

Luigi pulled himself out from under the heavy dinosaur in a daze. "Ohhhohhh…" He felt himself being pulled out as Windbag took him by the wrists and heaved. He overcompensated and seized Luigi by the ankle as he almost sailed by overhead. "Oops…" Windbag said apologetically As Luigi dangled from his grasp by the leg. Maverick giggled, while Kalliel couldn't help but laugh heartily at the scene. Marius had tunneled out in a similar way, but had leapt out before anyone could seize him.

"I think if we could've taped that, we would've won ten-thousand coins…" He said, adjusting his helmet.

Luigi somehow managed to worm his way out of Windbag's grasp and had succeeded in righting himself. The sight before him was both amazing and intimidating. Windbag stood grinning by a small platoon of the enormous light-furred Lowland Ulfr. Next to him stood General MacPherson, beaming with an identical look as his king. He was larger than Windbag, but even he stood several inches short of the Valdyr behind him. Sigurd bounded out of the snow bank wagging his tail and barking as Windbag knelt and rubbed at his head and ears. "Good boy," he praised. Sigurd stood and shook his head, his shaggy mane of snowy 'hair' falling around his shoulders as he adopted the more regimental look of the Valdyr behind them. Pyewacket stood as the ghosts floated down to stand next to Luigi.

Windbag and all of his guards touched their foreheads, many of them bearing glowing marks, and bowed respectfully. Luigi, Marius, and Kalliel copied, their marks flaring identically.

"Welcome," Windbag boomed regally, his baritone sounding over the area. "Luigi and friends, welcome! To Iceland!"

The entire party gasped. Luigi had seen the kingdom before, but it had been kind of cloudy the day the princess had sent him on his errand. Below the steppe where they all gathered, they were granted a breath-taking view of the entire valley and surrounding landscape.

The great Isskastali, the ice castle, stood gleaming and glittering in the chilly sunlight, almost as if it had been chiseled out of a hunk of diamond. All around, the landscape was covered in soft white powder and electric blue icicles. The bitter temperatures ensured that even in broad sunlight, the tiny glittering crystals never melted. It was the high peak of winter, after all. The town proper stood all around, built in medieval style, but still pastorally beautiful nonetheless. Farms fringed the outlying areas outside of the capitol. All around that, Luigi caught glimpse of snowy forests, frozen lakes, and even chunks of floating ice in the sky, some tiny, some massive. Off to his left, a low set of mountains fringed the northern edge of the territory, and beyond that, Luigi could see glimpses of the expansive Ice fields that Madame Clairvoya had shown him. Though he could not see it, he knew that beyond that would be his next destination.

As they followed Windbag off of the knoll, a laud thundering roar came from the distance. It was long and continuous, growing in volume with each passing step. As they came in view of the one last outcrop, Luigi almost fell backwards in surprise. Below him, filling every corner of available space, even covering the rooftops, were the people of Iceland, all cheering wildly at the Knight.

Toads of varying cap colors, Ulfrs of various sizes and colors, humans of all ages, various assortments of Hammer bros, koopas, and other denizens of the mushroom kingdom proper filled the scene below him waving and cheering.

Windbag held up his arms and miraculously, the crowd quieted in seconds.

"Folks," Windbag said, unable to suppress his grin. "May I present to you," he spoke in a dramatic showman's voice in perfect English, "Our new Knight of the Priory of Eidolon!!! Give it up!!"

"Give it up, everybody!!" Mac called down, followed by a wave of solid sound as the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Why are you doing that?" Luigi asked as Windbag grinned mischievously at him. "Still," Luigi smirked at Kalliel who mirrored his look. "I could get used to this," The green-clad young man said.