“I told you, didn’t I? One of my ancestors was an elf. I may look like a pitiful young man with an angelic face, but I am much older than you might think.” Riftan’s brow creased. “Are you actually an old man of eighty?” “How rude!” Ruth cried, leaping to his feet and bumping his head on the ceiling. Riftan clicked his tongue. Ruth’s outburst continued, interspersed by whimpers of pain. “I may be slightly older than you, but I’m not old! I’ll have you know I am still in my prime!”
