He's going to carry it to his grave unless it happens to come out. Sorry, buddy.

"Tyki Mikk. A pleasure to meet you, Mister Syrlya," he says with his own bow yet formal. "Magician is what I've been assigned." And conman but he wasn't going to say that out loud. It would take the fun out of it and a lot of things to admit that out in the open. Even his kind appearance was a guise in itself. His brow lifts at the jobs listed on his end. He certainly doesn't look it. "I take it then you have some fighting experience under your belt."