The Balladeer cocks his head slightly. There's no real good way to answer that, is there? "I'm the Balladeer," he says instead, following up on the other conversation going on.

"And I'm, ah." The parrot cocks he head up at the Balladeer for a moment. "I'm a parrot."

It seems a little unsatisfactory, but the two of them exchange a glance and mentally agree to dismiss it. Now's not really the time to deal with that. "Nice to meet you." He guesses. "You're not...actually in New York, are you?" The Rift could certainly bring a tiny cowboy into the city, but that sounds like an extremely dangerous place for someone his size.