"You are far less jovial than I was led to believe, Luigi. I had heard that your inn was a place of food and merriment, that the ladies dancing and the lords sang, that you knew secrets of the old days to make even the grumpiest of people crack a smile! Your reputation proceeded you as a lover of life, a fine cook, and a great minstrel!" His voice echoes across the mountains. "I smiled and my heart warmed at the thought of traveling with you. Such joy we would have defeating evil and bringing light to the darkest corners of Habololy! Only several days into this grand adventure, my first in years, and what am I confronted with, a grumpy Nipit. You've gotten bogged down in your many years. Look not to your monotone dictionary of a companion that exits the conversation when it gets interesting, to times unknown, but to your still fun loving friend who jumped out of a window to escape an anti magic field, not knowing if he would hit the ground and die, but trusting he would not!"
"And you, Malchia, now that we are far from my beloved Port Springs, that you are now banned from; a fate the likes of which I only dare to imagine, be wary of your words. If you have made an enemy of Vega, then you should know that you have gone down a dangerous path. Take heart that you have found your friend, be merry that you travel with allies!"
He turns his head dramatically towards the north, resting a boot on the ground and another on a rock higher up.