<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 Mounted</div></div><br/><br/>The tiny robed figure shifts her mule away from the graveside, thoughtful. Human rituals are...significantly different...from the treatment accorded the dead in her home tangle. The opportunity to speak some remembrance is interesting, at least. There is a sharing of the memories of the dead, which in its way, reassures that he will<em>be</em>remembered.<br/><br/>At the young woman's request she nods, after a moment, considering likely proprieties and alternatives. What could the Professor (regardless of her own title, and the others she works with, he will always be The Professor to her) have possibly left for her? It's highly unlikely that after all of these years he would go to the trouble of something as small and petty as mentioning her contributions to the paper he wrote before he guided her to the university.<br/><br/>It is, after all, rather traditional for the master to take credit for the students' works, whether they are script or sculpture.<br/><br/>"Tea," she allows in a quiet hiss, "...would be mosst delightful. I thank you."