They arrived in front of a house that surprised Alex. Unlike the grand, sprawling structures he'd envisioned for an elf dwelling, Linda's house was a simple, yet charming, single-story building. It was constructed from a warm, honey-colored wood, adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of nature. Smoke curled gently from the chimney, promising a warm and inviting interior.
"So, this is your house?" Alex asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.
Linda chuckled. "Yep, simple but sturdy," she said, pushing open the weathered wooden door. "It may not look like much, but this house has been standing for over two thousand years, passed down from my mother."
Alex stared at her, the gears turning in his mind. "Two thousand years? Wait, then… how old are you?"
Linda stepped inside, beckoning him to follow. "Seven hundred, this year being seven hundred and one," she replied casually, hanging her cloak on a nearby rack.
