"What do you mean?"
"I'm really old."
"You're older than the gods?"
The dark skinned man chuckled.  "I'm probably older than their momma."
The younger man took a long pull at his drink, staring through the table. "Did you ever meet her?"
Another chuckle.  "Nah.  By the time anyone knew who she was, she had already married the creator."
This was met by a long pause.  The young man with the bizzarre features slowly let a scowl dominate his face.  "Have you ever seen her?"
"Not personally no.  There once was a painting made of her though.  I saw that in the elven court at Listhouriai.  It was very lifelike."
The younger man's head snapped up and he immediately asked.  "Is it still there?"
"Sorry son.  The whole place burned to the ground three centuries ago."
"You know, they all say that you're really old, but you seem pretty human.  How is that possible."
"Kid, I'm more human than you, but that's not saying much.  I'm a little less than half human.  The rest is all entish and elvish."
"Oh, that's interesting.  You don't see many crossbreeds around."
"Not anymore, but they used to be everywhere.  When I was born I was one of many in my village.