<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/>After about three minutes of fussing around, trying to nudge Innoki's hands and tools into position, and having quietly irritated not-quite-arguments about what 'gentle fingertip pressure' means, the kobold finally slides her own tools to the side and just glares at the lock for a long moment.<br/><br/>Her muttered "Thank you," has a rather different tone from the one she gave Aesa not half an hour ago.<br/><br/>It's partly the tools. Truth is, the kobold's set is something else, practically wire-thin, delicate and tiny even given her relative scale, and it has tools that are twisted and curved slightly to let them work around the side of other tools being held at an off-angle without interfering. Whoever tempered that metal was an artist.<br/><br/>Of course, while it's partly the tools, it's also partly that, whether it's the stress and sorrow of the day or not, for the moment Senthaynatrix's impression of Innoki's hands is that they're steady...And about as subtle as an ox. Here she'd assumed the dwarf would have too heavy a touch...She's just about to give up on the lock completely when Kofi steps over.<br/><br/>This time, she tries a new tactic. The kobold wriggles each tool in, then carefully holds it at the precise angle and pressure she wants it until Kofi has control of it. With the dusky-skinned dancer holding one pick and one torsion bar to keep the initial tumbler-gate open, she lays almost bodily down on the table, bracing herself carefully on her elbows, and manages another torsion bar against a secondary cylinder (oh, someone was so clever she could almost scream), while working a second pick carefully in. It isn't enough. She finally extracts herself from the lock long enough to hold a third pick, a rake, between her teeth, and slides that along the side of the pick Kofi is holding, nestling it into the crowded little keyhole.<br/><br/>"Tvsst ss-slwlee left on free...Fun...Tfu...Free!" Her hands move just a fraction in different directions while she hooks up and back with the pick in her teeth, scrubbing at the backmost two tumblers.<br/><br/>Was that a click? Was it? Pleeeeease?