The Ruins of an Old Church.
Ehri sighed. Her father was a monster, and she knew it, but he often ranted about being surrounded by idiots, and she was beginning to sympathize with that sentiment. But, after all, Dan was exceptional by most standards.
"She is very cute, yes," said Ehri, calmly. "She's also an artificial life-form, and quite possibly immortal, if no one breaks her. And yes, it's been that long. What's your name? I'm Ehri Garamel."
...if she'd been locked down that long, that should be all right. No, wait. Her father had been building an empire for a very long time before she was born. Was it more than 200 years? She wasn't sure. He hadn't exactly taught the history of his empire to anybody, wanting everyone to think it was eternal. The Gamri empire was probably at least 20 years old, but how old was it...?