"I was born in 1591," said Solomon, "at the height of religious indoctrination in my country. Many of our nationals were executed, blackmailed or coerced into beliefs not theirs by an invading party." His father had been one of them. "Of course, it was only a secondary wave. Ireland has been a bed of religious turmoil for many, many years before then. But you mistake me: the story of the Faceless Ones is real. I've seen them. I've fought them. Therefore, I assume there is some element of truth in the variations the mortals tell."

Sorcerers lived for significantly longer than mortals; long enough that their story was purer, more accurate, while still being old enough that most sorcerers believed it was just a story.

Solomon inclined his head thoughtfully. "You don't believe the story you've been told is accurate?"