"They age," Tink said. "And die like humans. I'm a brownie. Therefore, I do not need to feed. I just age very, very, very slowly." "I'm guessing you're probably still in your toddler years then," Ren muttered from up front. Tink snorted. "I'll have you know that I'm two hundred years old." My eyes widened as I looked over at him. "What?" Faye laughed softly. "Brownies can live to be over a thousand years old. In human years, he's barely twenty." Ren snickered. Tink's eyes narrowed."