Ulzim Zuccabar d'Sivis, male gnome wizard
Ulzim seemed a combination of intrigued and annoyed by their inadvertant traveling companion and guide. Goblins might currently occupy one of the lowest social rungs in Khorvaire, but anyone with a decent education and at least one working eyeball could see how the current society of most species was built, both socially and literally, on the remains of the ancient goblinoid empire. Akaznyth (he was alwasy careful to use her goblin name, rather than the Common translation) might be just a girl, with all the mistakes of youth that implied, but she sprang from the roots from which his people intended to mine the ore of the future.
He had been irked when the eternally bubbly Karienna had won much of the girl's trust, because it made his own substantian social skills seemed diminished. Karienna, however, had the bond of gender he could never bridge. That did not deter him from seeking Akaznyth out, usually over chores, which he almost never deigned to help with unless it interested him. (His own chores, of course, involved writing reports for the House in his journal.)
He wanted to learn the Goblin tongue; he was almost positive that was the reason Karienna had been granted the speaking stone over him, because she could translate the ancient texts directly instead of through a spell or dragonmark. Never mind that Ulzim's dragonmark could give him full comprehension of any language, it didn't last very long. Though he knew the language of magic, he'd spent his youth studying the more immediately and socially useful languages of Elven and Dwarven, rather than the more esoteric or ancient tongues. It was a lack, by the Host, he'd rectify as soon as possible!
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Several days later, when they were going through the pass, Ulzim had pressed his handkerchief to his face again, mostly to cover up the fact that he had nearly bit through his lip to keep himself from screaming from the hideous sensation of crawling insects. Once the feeling had stopped, he breathed a silent sigh of relief and snuck a quick swallow from the ever-present whiskey flask the dwarves all though were standard issue. Oh what a fuss they had made until House Sivis had made sure there were enough to go around to everyone! For the first time Ulzim was grateful for thier alcohol insistance.
When Vonval had suggested investigating the noise/not noise, Ulzim nodded enthusiastically, glad to have something to take his mind off of what had just happened.
"Yes, quite, could be very important indeed," Ulzim says quickly, though makes no move to place himself first. Given his druthers, he prefers a place towards the back, though not the tail end, which has become very obvious during the group's travels together.
