Sam frowned slightly. If this was a normal world, like the one that had existed for their grandparents were magic and all the mythical creatures were just stories, he would have said the same thing that Evan had. This man would have looked like he were delusional but this wasn't a normal world. This was a world where there were werewolves and wizards and magic and dragons and all sorts of utter nonsense. If a man professed to be five hundred years old, whose to say that he were lying. Maybe he wasn't even really a man.