[ Up the stairs, Essek led Bren and as he walked, he spoked. He almost seemed to hover with the grace that he personified, perhaps he did a little bit. It was hard to think of him as short because his very being was tall, at least presence-wise. It was an air of impeccable control that clung to him like a mantle or a finely woven cloak. His fingers glided lightly on the balustrade as he walked up the stairs, ever mindful that the human followed quietly behind him. ]

I did not get nearly as many years with him as I had wanted, certainly not a lifetime; I would say perhaps 140 ago since he..

[ He could feel that part within his chest ache, the part that did not have the luxury of a living and breathing heart-- but for a moment when he had had been with Caleb, the wizard had shared his heart with him, and he had felt something like life within the hollow of his soul. ]

He was just shy of his 33rd birthday, though we met when we attended Solstryce together.