[Mogget appears deeply occupied with licking his shoulder but he considers the question, answering between mouthfuls of fur.]
Two millennia, give or take. So you see, the witch who originally bound me is long since dead.
[Though perhaps not the fae who lent their power. He gets up to pad around his strange companion, settling down in her shadow away from the glare of the fire so that he can better concentrate on grooming.]
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Two millennia, give or take. So you see, the witch who originally bound me is long since dead.
[Though perhaps not the fae who lent their power. He gets up to pad around his strange companion, settling down in her shadow away from the glare of the fire so that he can better concentrate on grooming.]