“Whenever you watch Shrimpy play, you have the same expression on your face as when you’re about to play a new game you just bought. No, I don’t. And what does that face look like, anyway? Really excited. What does that mean? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t make that face. You do. I do not. …You do. I do not.”
The feasting people were Wood-elves, of course. These are not wicked folk. If they have a fault it is distrust of strangers. Though their magic was strong, even in those days they were wary. They differed from the High Elves of the West, and were more dangerous and less wise. For most of them (together with their scattered relations in the hills and mountains) were descended from the ancient tribes that never went to Faerie in the West.
“When I went to Japan after I graduated, I had no other choice but to succeed. I couldn’t drop out of this. It was a driving goal, and it had to happen, and I made it happen. And now that I look back on it, I think that I’m very happy with what I’ve done.”