He gave his lovely hobgoblin bard an amused smile. "Dear, the three of you are among the oldest hobgoblins to ever live. I think the base maximum age of your race is... what? Seventy five? Tops? The are approaching their five hundredth birthday quickly. Probably why they haven't chosen a mate, they knew they would outlive them, as only old dad seemed to know how to impart limited immortality. Or did you not notice they are psuedo-goddesses now?<br/><br/>Though, honestly, the age might be the problem, you are their mother, but you are barely older than they are now."