So ancient his skin was as leathery and dry as the scrolls he would occasionally horde in his robes.
A seeker of knowledge of lore none knew more of the lands history.
Archaic in dress in manner he would putter along the highroad and places of note. So distracted by information gathering he had little time for regrets or loneliness or more human pursuits like eating, drinking, or sleeping.
On occasion he would encounter those whose lives had been ravaged by sin. He would share his tales of the world and many a haunted eye would drift softly into sleep bored into rest they desperately needed this made him feel good. Those with energy would often politely beg him to end the tale. This made him wonder if he should use more inflection in his voice before deciding that he was a scholar not an actor.
Then there was a young man who claimed to be from zanarkand, who listened as if homesick. He couldn't remember a time anyone had listened so attentively. This stirred old things in his heart, in his mind, and in his soul right down to the pyreflies.
He couldn't quite place the feeling what about zanarkand was so bothersome familiar? Little details started coming back to him the fact that the hymn of the faith in fact was a song of defiance those from zanarkand sang against the invading armies of bevelle. The "prayer" was a sign used to praise blitzball prayers. That zanarkand was a city of summoners. Their emperor was yu yevon, his daughter lady yunalesca her husband was lord zaon and they were the origin of the vicious cycle known as sin.
Time passed and these details slipped away like sand as he researched other topics. After all so many things had origins worth learning about. Why had the faith of macalania dreamed a forest of crystal and ice? Why had the faith of kilika dreamed of eternal fire. Why were the calm lands named thus? So many things to learn so little time.
He wondered about the many faces entombed by magic and ice on mt gagazet, or the lonely burial places of fallen summoners. Then the unthinkable happened an eternal calm, delivered by high summoner yuna.
He then had the opportunity to shake her hand and the uncanny familiar feeling stole over him again. Two weeks later in a still moment he remembered everything and it hurt.
He held on a while longer to thank the lady yuna whose good natured unknowing gesture turned out to be the key allowing him a final rest.
Like the aeons it was his time to pass from the world gently. His name was Maechen.