<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/><br/>The kobold shifts uncomfortably atop the donkey...Augh! Will her hams ever be the same again?...but decides dismounting will probably just result in her needing to be atop the horrible creature again. She peers at Kendra thoughtfully, studying the human's manner. The woman isn't weeping now, but human's eyes aren't usually that red. Perhaps the warmth of her tone is forced? Or perhaps she is relieved that others share her pain? The kobold sighs sibilantly. She can deal with student excuses for late and bad work, and has learned to recognize the political bandying-about of the University learned, but these other folk are a trial to read.<br/><br/>Senthaynatrix decides to try some faint humor in reply to what...she believes...is a compliment. "I thank you for the thought, Lady Kendra. I s-should hate to be placed above my sstation, but the Universsity would not loan me a sshorter mule."<br/><br/>There, that can't have possibly gone too wrong, no one seems to be trying to have her hanged yet. But it's only been a moment, so she should probably give them time. The little kobold squints around at the various figures in the sunlight, noting the dark-haired young fellow making a sign of some sort. Hm. Rotwang in the comparative religion department would no doubt know just what he was about but it doesn't look<em>sorcerous</em>. Given the way most Ustalavians react to anyone even a little different from themselves, it's likely a sign of protection against demons or some such. She keeps her hooded head turned towards the young man just long enough to (hopefully) make it obvious that (a) she has noticed the gesture, and (b) is not currently bursting into flame, recoiling back into transplanar darkness, dissolving into dust or doing whatever else it is supposed to accomplish, then returns her attention to Kendra. Hm. On the other hand, she might be giving one of the Professor's acquaintances little credit. Perhaps it is a greeting or blessing.<em>Focus!</em><br/><br/>"As much as the Universsity would do itss utmosst to bear up one who hass -- and I exsaggerate not a whit -- done s-so much himsself to nobly ssupport and further the learning of sso many, I am afraid that I, mysself, am far too infirm, and yess, s-short, to bear him up as he deservess." That hooded head twists around again. "I trusst thesse other gentlemen will be sstout-hearted enough for hiss s-sarcophaguss."<br/><br/>Truly, she hardly looks capable of lifting a filled bucket, much less the casket. And if she<em>could</em>lift it, it would be only to what...Perhaps a height of three feet above the ground if she shouldered it without being crushed?