"Lordaeron." Jesse tries out the sound of it, saying it careful and trying to commit it to memory. Harrow's doing so well in learning about North America World, he might as well try and do the same. "Well, t'be fair, I'd prolly be writin' songs about that too. Commit it to memory how it all went down. Think my world would benefit from a bit 'o that. Lots of history gettin' lost left and right from so many of us either dead or scattered. But then again, ain't no one likes a mope.

"Man, I wonder if all elves are that long in tooth? I never asked Basheda how old he is. Prolly rude to. You think he's been around a hunnerd years? That'd be wild if he was. Us poor humans and dead fellas who used to be humans. Only got a good 80 years in us before we're pushin' daisies."