“It’s fine,” Lusser von Steigen said with a shrug. “As long as it’s nothing important, I suppose.” It made no difference who was staring at him as long as it wasn’t due to some sort of problem, or if he was up to something. Assured that it wouldn’t be a problem, at least for now, Lusser continued to walk in silence, though he was noticeably less at ease once the city proper was gone from view. Lusser turned his attention to Feuertanz, perking up a bit in the presence of the heat he was emanating; he was always pleased to be protected from the cold air, even if only subconsciously.

	“Speaking of which,” Lusser said thoughtfully. “If it becomes convenient, and we have the coin to do so, perhaps it would be prudent to hire some pokemon to pull a similar cart for us. It could save us an extraordinary amount of time and legwork.” Lusser hoped for the time to come where he wouldn’t have to deal so extensively with the ground beneath his feet. Things such as carts would be almost irrelevant if he could simply fly wherever he pleased, the feeling of cold morning air nullified by the sheer exhilaration of mastering breakneck speeds and dizzying heights in tandem.