[Darnell almost lets his hand drop - it'd be rude to expect someone who might not even be familiar with one's own gestures of greeting to conform to them - but then the teen takes his hand, and will find his own grip firm without lingering. He nods.]

Sync, pleased to meet you. And you have my word - no use where others might hear or read.

[He frowns at the explanation, pulling out a journal for note-taking - not the one he found upon arrival, but one of the ones from home. He's dressed in the ugly uniform he woke in, but the satchel slung across his trunk is his own. He settled on the lip of the fountain as well, a comfortable, conversational distance from Sync.]

I see. What can you tell me about this lord? And his methods for "taking" someone's name? What does he do with - or to - those whose names he's stolen? I assume he has a journal that gives him the same access we seem to have to each other...?