Urudal grinned wide at Ilion and let him go as he started moving toward the lake again.  He clapped Ilion’s shoulder a few times, roughly, probably jostling him forward some.   “Old man! Ha!” He laughed.   “Number?  I am old old man too.  To some.  Specially humans... humans everywhere. Out live all I knew.  I am 117.  prime.”  He grins wide and thumps a fist on his chest.<br/><br/>It is clear he is proud of how strong and fit he is.  He worked hard to keep his body so sculpted on his ship.  It was easy enough when one was chasing down a deer or doing hard labor on a daily basis.  He really did miss doing that.  “I hunt for us.  Have you had fresh meat?  Real?”  A buzz of excitement when through him as he thought about stalking prey and taking it down with nothing more than a spear and his bare hands.   His muscles flexed with desire to do just that.