[oh, he's so glad you asked. He draws himself up to his full height, tossing his ponytail off his shoulder and posing elegantly]

I am a god, my lady. Few mortals are lucky enough to gaze upon me, and those who do will recall the name "Troubadour" for the rest of their lives! I am the Spirit of the Plum Tree and a traveler, adventurer...

[he pulls out his harp and strums some very lovely chords] ...and bard.