It was implied that he had been alive much longer than any other person. At least two hundred years. We didn't know what to believe, but he had a way about him that supported the idea. He was unbothered by all things, as if he had lived enough and seen it all. He seemingly had knowledge of all subjects and practices, yet kept it to himself as to which ones he could perform. I know that he greatly enjoyed sculpting and often carved masks. He was hardened and honest, only spoke ill of people that were petty or dishonest. He always knew instantly when someone was lying. He loved music often cried during any live performance. He was a good man. His name was Fabok (fay-bock).
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