<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: Oh look, it's that Oblivious trait disadvantage...</div></div><br/><br/>"Kendra," Comes a faint, hissing lisp from the back hallway. "I sshould warn you, as a guesst, againsst the use of the privy in the nexsst sshort while."<br/><br/>The tiny speaker enters the room a moment behind her voice, a waist-high figure draped in grey-blue robes with black and white checked borders at wrists, hem, and the hood...To any who have ever been through that city, clearly a professor of Lepidstadt's city university. Her hood is, perhaps, a touch oddly shaped, clearly drawn down over some manner of headgear (perhaps a scholarly hat of some type? something or other with paired peaks that distort the cloak's long hood well behind her head) and pulled so low as to make her face nigh invisible to any who aren't down at her eye level.<br/><br/>The small figure can't weigh forty pounds, and her white-gloved hands clutch a stack of books that probably weigh near as much as she does, giving her a tottering, off-balance gait; unlabelled tomes of obvious age interspersed with books that would make<em>Unaussprichlen Kulten</em>seem fairly tame to the cognoscenti.<br/><br/>Between the stack of books, her low-pulled hood, and coming from the (dimly lit) rear of the house into the main room, she's nearly six steps in before she really seems to become aware of just how many people are present...And how few of them she's met even once.<br/><br/>"I'm s-ssorry." She takes the extra half-step forward to offload the stack of massive codexes onto the table-top, then makes a quick grab at an empty alembic crusted with some dried, brown material. "Wrong hall. I'll jusst take my lab ssupplies, then..." She squints across the tabletop worriedly. There's no way she's going to safely take down the morning's set of alundels, retorts and beakers before something bad happens, if that's what's going to happen, but she's loathe to leave what is clearly a set of expensive alchemical glassware in the kitchen. She squints around, careful to keep her head tilted and her hood low. Okay, that's Innoki's knees, and Quentin is by the door. It's not all strangers, and Innoki did say he wouldn't abandon her as a companion. But her crossbow is in the entryway, and her mace over with her other glassware...She hesitates, arms curling protectively around the fragile bulb of blown glass, and faintly smells the reassuring aroma of dried tea within as she waits to see just how much of a mess this is going to be.