She blinks at him, for a minute, nodding and laughing. "And I died fifteen months ago. Isn't magic amazing? Okay, you're not human, that's obvious... three hundred years, huh? I knew an elf who'd seen six hundred." She finishes her glass, shaking her head as she pours a third glass. "Alright, now, start talking. I should be drunk enough, by the time you finish."