<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">SENTHAYNATRIX LITERATOR</span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=563156)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Statblock</div><div class="spoiler_body">Female Neutral Kobold Alchemist, Level 1, Init 2, HP 8/8, Speed 20 (30)<br/>AC 15, Touch 13, Flat-footed 13, CMD 10, Fort 2, Ref 4, Will 1, CMB -2, Base Attack Bonus 0   <br/>  Light Crossbow (10 normal, 5 iron, 5 silver (carried, rest in pack)) +3 (1d6, 19-20/x2)<br/>  Morningstar 0 (1d6, x2)<br/>Cold Iron Dagger, Cold Iron (1) 0 (1d3, 19-20/x2)<br/>  Lamellar Cuirass (+2 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Size)<br/>Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 18, Wis 12, Cha 10<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Where: The Lorrimor Living-Room<br/>Tagged: Innoki, Lexi, Caladrel, Quentan<br/></strong><br/><br/>Bereft of the guiding structure of hallways, the little kobold's path meanders rather a lot as she makes her way down the main street of Ravengro with Innoki's notebook nearly pressed up into her hood and her out-sized lenses clutched between two gloved fingers. She also seems to mutter quietly to herself as she reads.<br/><br/>...And she mutters in ancient Draconic. She might be dangerous with a spellbook.<br/><br/>Fortunately, his efforts to jostle her in the right direction don't seem to distract her...Or even gain her attention. Senthaynatrix is probably rather used to having to deal with crowded hallways full of students.<br/><br/>She does take notice of the doorway when Innoki holds it, and as she caroms off his hip and through the portal, this, combined with a nagging concern about the others in the party who she hasn't so much experience with as Innoki (indeed, many of whom still don't know what she is) is enough for her to drag her short muzzle out of the notebook and peer about the dimmer interior of the Lorrimor main room. Her brain starts tracking and considering external input right at about the point of "a soft, curvy version of 'Noki without all the things that make 'Noki annoying!"<br/><br/>Still muttering assumptives in an archaic dialect of Draconic (with<em>perfect </em>pronunciation and diction which would meet the approval of a dragon several hundred times her age) she folds Innoki's notebook with a crisply loud snap of closing parchment as she comes to a halt in the center of the room.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Draconic</div><div class="spoiler_body">"...The unlikely combination of the not-dead and seekers of not-death and a not-dead king ruling twenty sun's flights from this land are..." She pauses, her hooded head twisting towards Lexi. "...Annoying?" <br/></div></div><br/><br/>With a sputtering hiss, the little kobold drops back into the common tongue for the first time in probably a quarter hour (most likely to the relief of Innoki, who has been having to shepherd a tiny, robed figure through the streets while she sounded like a very small, very angry lion doing something obscene with a not-quite piping teakettle).<br/><br/>"S-so." No anger in that voice now, just skepticism, and she sounds like she's having a far harder time pronouncing Golarian Common than she did Draconic.<br/><br/>"I sshall go sso far as to hope that all of our timess have been sspent productively." Some more educated listeners may have flashbacks to periods of mortal dread, the dry intonations of a lecturer pronouncing wry words of doom upon unready students:<em>I presume everyone is prepared for the examination.</em>One gloved hand lifts Innoki's notebook, holding it back over the kobold's shoulder for the elf behind her to take.<br/><br/>"The ssheriff s-shall endeavor to provide uss with architectural drawingss of the pris-son, as well as what other documentasshion he can dis-scover on the four mosst heinouss pris-sonerss to've died in the Harrow-sstone fire."<br/><br/>The faint hint of a frown enters the papery hiss of Senthaynatrix's voice. "I have managed to de-crypt the purple texsst, and there are other dark tidingss that bear dis-scussion, but I dis-slike to repeat my-sself..." There's that front-of-the-classroom professorial tone again!<br/><br/>Senthaynatrix turns slowly, counting knees and dividing by two. "Has-s the delegation to the Pharas-sminss not yet returned?"<em>Their hall pass was only good for five minutes, their unauthorized absence has been noted. The authorities shall be informed.</em>