Bradyn, who is currently very impatient, is right on his heels. He glances around at the interior of the house.

The house intier was very nice. With brown hard wood floors and the walls seem to be actual wood. Some of the walls have shelves inside them. There was a small table and a lazy chair that postion to look out the window. There were lamps everywhere.

Artemis says, "This is the living room,"

For some reason, that wasn't...what he had expected. "Did you build this house?" He asked.

Artemis chuckles and says, "Yes I did but I did it will my first friend that I had. But that was a very long ago,"

"How long ago?" Surely Artemis was exaggerating at least a little, right? Houses don't last too long. At least, not any houses he's seen.

Artemis thinks about it and says, "About 49, 900 years ago. Give or take."

At first, Bradyn thought he would say forty-nine, but then he just kept going. His jaw dropped. "How long ago?" He asked, making sure he had heard that right.

Artemis says, "49, 900 years ago. Why?"

"What is this house made of?" He inquired, incredulous. "How has it lasted so long? How have you lasted that long? Are you immortal?"

Artemis chuckles and says, "Elder wood, forgot, and no,"