Mentally trying to make a note of these names Pratt is mentioning, he finally catches one he recognizes.

"We are acquainted, Reynir and I. Have actually spoken, I mean. He insisted these runes would not work for me, but the temptation to experiment remains. I would like to get a better look at that rock of yours myself one day, if you don't mind. I assume I'll be able to recognize my own work upon closer inspection."

Or at least he hopes this other version of him from another time isn't that much better at glyphcrafting than he is now.