You have always been considered the most dangerous immortals to exist. There are lines of mortals who would love to ring your neck. But you still have a somewhat peaceful life, that is until one day, as you sit in a tavern, drinking your ale

"What a suprise to find you here. It has been three hundred years since we last met,"

Your focus is brought to the voice who belongs to someone you can't seem to remember. He takes your hand and gently kisses it

Lonan. On old friend. And an old enemy. God, what was he doing here?

Wasn’t he a mortal? Shouldn’t he be dead?