[His knee-jerk reaction to the question is to be offended. It's an attitude he expects of homonids, and he already distrusts this one for looking angelic.] My name is Professor Naivallon. I am an alchemist.

[Moments after his very distant introduction, though, he does see some hypocrisy in his own attitude. After all, he started off afraid of this person just because he thought they might be an angel. Of course, if he really is an angel, if he really owes direct allegiance to a god, than he deserves Echo's complete contempt, as far as Echo is concerned. But as it stands, this could just be a human with wings, and if he's merely curious, that isn't something Echo should rebuke.]

If you're curious about my species, I am a brass dragonwrought kobold.

[Echo takes one of the empty jugs in the trunk to travel to the oasis once again.] My thanks. Might I return your question?