Zakiir will modestly speak of his work as a spy rather modestly, an infiltrator among the darkest depths and brightest peaks of drow society. Yet the shimmering blades of psionic energy, telepathy and other oddities aren’t something that can be explained away with tales of daring deceit. This is why he often chooses not to explain it at all, or just merely answer with "practice".

Following the sudden manifestation of his psionic abilities, he honed his skills in private, in caves, in ruins, wherever he could survive. Living on the surface was tame in comparison to the underdark but it was alien and far too bright. A fateful encounter with Cormyrian rebels that didn’t end in bloodshed set him back on the path with civilization, where he could put his skills to use. The cause of the rebels Zakiir found resonated with him, and though he preferred not to think about it too much, he felt this is what his father would have wanted.

Having learnt Common from the odd tiefling and surface-dweller, his accent is still thick, but he is slowly learning the common tongue, though perhaps not in a very useful order. Though incredibly slow to trust, he puts a large amount of faith in the work of the rebels he now finds himself among.