Ellie Miller discussed with Feshenanki the issues she encountered in the Merchants' Guild, picking out the parts she could mention.
"So, based on your understanding, what do you think that behind-the-scenes boss of the guild wants?"
After hearing her out, Feshenanki gleefully squinted his eyes and stepped down from his throne.
The handsome Elven King chuckled lightly, saying, "What could he want?"
"Merely to 'place a bet'."
Receiving this confirmation from Feshenanki, Ellie thought: Just as expected.
"But clearly," the Elven King curled his lips happily, "this method is downright foolish."
Ellie: "?"
Feshenanki merely smiled.
Long-lived species seem to love acting like enigmatic riddlers.
"Let's not talk about that spoil-sport who's ruined by being too fond of cats."
"If it's just to do business dealings, why did you go to Joss Hampson?
And not come to me?", Feshenanki asked with a hint of reproach.
