@ziffa-the-reality-mage continued from here:
“Hmm? It’s been that long then… Wait our recorded history, so you are not Vastayan, then you must be one of those Ascended’s that I’ve heard about, something about you being timeless, but you seem to have a very young soul, well compared to mine at least.” She would say and stop in front of him.
The yordle had her hair tied back and her ghostly eyes stared through him rather than at him, Her attire was that of old Shuriman design way before the fall, but her accent was heavy Ionian which begged the question who was she.
“I am not. A common mistake,” he said tilting his head slightly. “Nasus, Curator of the Sands. I would make a guess about where you might be from, but... I am going to assume you are a traveler? Every part of you says that you do not come from one particular culture.”
In fact, he wasn’t even sure he could get a good guess on her age. Her smell was strange and for the first time in a long time, he couldn’t identify something similar to it. It was old, that much he could tell, but a specific age or specific scent did not immediately come to mind. Perhaps this being was something else entirely?