<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/>Condition: Locked out</div></div><br/><br/>The little kobold doesn't comment on the lack of traps on the other books...After all, it is axiomatic that such devices are never there when you look for them.<br/><br/>On the other hand, the lock on the purple book gradually shifts her mood from confident to perplexed to an expression which verges on enraged. After over a quarter hour of poking and prodding at the lock on the purple bound book, making notes and small sketches about the mechanism as best she can feel it out, shifting various tools in and out of her tool-roll, tucking others behind her horns and gripping still more between her fangy teeth, Senthaynatrix finally grumbles and sighs, straightening and stretching. The little kobold takes a tool out of her mouth and tries to tuck it behind one of her horns, finds another tool already there and suddenly engages in a frenzy of putting<em>every, single thing </em>properly<em>back in its place</em>before arraying the six tools she was getting the furthest with in a neat line (a set of fine, oddly twisted picks and two different curved lengths of springy steel).<br/><br/>"Thiss issn't working. If I found the pers-son who made thiss lock I sshould either hug him or kill him for hiss clevernesss. I need four handss to keep up with the reverssed tumblerss."<br/><br/>She glowers down at the golden scarab-and-eye, then blinks suddenly and looks up and around at the others.<br/><br/>"Wa-a-ait. Who among you hass very ssteady handss?"