[ Giving the device a flourish and a bow, he smiles as he moves a hand to his chest. ]

You may call me Klair, The Dragonsong. A bard, as you said— and a craftsman. And who might I have the pleasure of enjoying this conversation with?

[ Nothing dishonest there- he probably hasn't lied a day in his life, and this place is just fascinating him more and more. To think people could speak with a person sending just text in a matter of moments! And as he speaks back to it, too. Truly, the magic in this place is beyond his understanding. And he does seem to be intrigued by this scholar- not realizing he has his "name" already. ]