My brows rose. Late twenties, or early thirties? Now that was not bad. I had, in the past, been mistaken for nearer fifty, and that had been something of a disappointment. Maybe it had been back in my day of having scruff of a beard, being less careful about my appearance and somewhat chained to a boat for all the times the King of Rahl got bored. Now though I had a profession, a purpose, and a need to look proper. Maybe that had some assistance to my looking young?

“I'm older than your mother,” I said, shifting a little, and I watched her. I was still unsure of what to say, but I had said I would answer any question. And this had been her choice. In a way, I owed her the truth. She had denied the usual lie. “But thank you for the compliment anyhow. Now,” I leant in closer. “One, I wouldn't go spouting what I'm about to say in general public, and two, what do you know about the beginning of the world?”

She looked almost surprised by my question, her face scrunched together with uncertainty. “Only the stories my mother told us and the things I read in scholar’s books. Thayne’s- Gods coming together and creating all this.” Her hands gestured to around her.

Slowly I nodded, watching her. “They're called the Old Gods, the Thayne came after, technically. But what the histories don't tell you was that at the beginning there were other minor divinities - other beings, born to serve those gods, with certain personalities, personifying certain powers …” I trailed off, my index finger tapping on the mug of beer. My lips pursed, my mind filled with thoughts of my siblings.

I was silent for a moment, gazing into the mug. Then I breathed in fast, shifted my weight. I spoke in a low voice, quiet. “We call ourselves primordials. I'm … one of the oldest out of them. Us.”

My eyes flickered up to her, to gauge her reaction.

Koreena was completely enthralled, her eyes shone with excitement as my story ended. “Wow,” she breathed. “And I thought that my mixture was pretty fascinating.” She laughed softly for a moment, “so you have seen it all, some many things I could ask you.” She sighed once more shaking her head at me or maybe the situation I wasn’t sure.

“You see why it's easier to let people assume I'm a tiefling,” I answered, nodding slowly. “As to knowing a lot … I've spent a lot of the last five thousand years not in this plane, but rather in one of the many underworlds … but I guess you could … ask.” I shrugged. Then I realised something “You're not freaking out?”