[ As Peter makes himself comfortable, so too does Heimerdinger, turning his back on Peter to pull himself back up into the chair he had been sitting in before Peter knocked on his window. ]

Yes, lad, you heard right. Three centuries, to be precise! Although not all of it spent in Piltover.

[ Finally, he settles into his seat, little boots dangling several inches off the floor. ]

I am three hundred and seventeen years old. Quite distinguished, wouldn't you say so?