"Vanadi," he says, and considers adding the estate name, considers sweeping into a formal bow ... he eschews them both, and only adds a polite nod. "A rifter, though I imagine that's apparent."

Probably especially to an elf; he knows he sounds too posh for a city elf, and has no sign of vallaslin. He moves to one of the counters, beginning to sort idly through the day's ingredient options.