"Eh? What'cha you looking at?" My eyes widened, and I quickly shifted the direction of my vision. Damn, was I being rude! "Oh! Nothing, I was just thinking- we sort of skipped introductions. Who are you?" He grinned and tilted his head to the side, (the first time I have ever questioned the sexuality of someone,) "Why, I'm your trainer, of course! Chalan's the name!" "Trainer!?" I paused, "Aren't you, y'know, a little young to be my trainer?" His grin grew wider as he giggled, "You'd think. But even at 173, I know a thing or two about archery." My jaw dropped, and I could've sworn it smacked into the gritty forest floor. I attempted to form a coherent sentence, but all that I sputtered out was a chain of gibberish. 173!? That was freaking ancient! He ruffled the hair on my head before grabbing my hand, "It's young in our years."
I'm calculating an elven lifespan as 10 times the human lifespan, so a 173-year-old elf would be the equivelant of a 17-year-old human in elven society.
