A thousand years was a long time for an entire culture to live. Much as he wished there were others he could commiserate with sometimes, Cain wouldn't be able to imagine so many people living so long. That was a lot of power to have over another race with such a relatively short lifespan.

"Four thousand?" Whistling in appreciation, Cain then grinned. "That is a long time ago. Hell, I can barely remember what happened two thousand years ago now. Magitechnology, though. Obviously magical-run technology, but did anything make it actually different from regular tech?"

Never let it be said that Cain grew totally complacent in his age. There were definitely new things to discover and learn, or to accept about the way the world changed around him. This was definitely beyond that pale but it was a similar idea. He was getting used to taking things in stride and accepting them as real to someone else, even if he was unlikely to ever experience most of it for himself. It almost felt too normal to have things that he couldn't someday accomplish, just like everyone else, and that feeling itself was going to take the most getting used to.