Maxim gives the tower a once over, puffing from the right side of his mouth, before moving his cigar to the other side of his mouth, to puff from the left side of his mouth, as he considers the behemoth hippo.
"That'll have to wait. Hippo beast like that, an' we're likely to waste our energy before our siege has even begun. Not even dropping my bror on its head like the anvil he is would dent it, methinks."
The blond beard enjoys a couple more lungfuls of tabac, before taking to the sky on his own magical energies. He clicks his heels together three times, mumbling something about there being no place like home, and his Winged Boots carry him to the balcony, where he gives the doors a fierce study.