The gnome's pleasure is visible at this question. "Well yes I dabble in magic... I am actually only an apprentice at this time, although I already have a few accomplishments to my name..." He lowers his eyes in a rather unconvincing attempt at humility. It doesn't take great psychology skill to see that he's dying to be asked for details of what those accomplishments might be.
Belginabo's instinct would be to call out to whoever is in here, but something in the scene strikes him as odd. He softly asks his companions, "do you think it could be those we're looking for?"