<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: Unhooded, mildly put-out</div></div><br/><br/>Behind her tiny spectacles, the kobold's yellow eyes track around the room tensely as she waits to see if any of the others will respond with violence...Those eyes widen slightly at Timo's response...And then they roll as the dwarf reaches right into the chest, extracts one book, and apparently checks only the others for curses...Although she'd be the first to admit that dwarven divine magic is hardly her speciality.<br/><br/>"I undersstand your trusst of the profess-sor, but for the ssake of completenesss, sshould not<em>all</em>of the bookss have been tess-ted? Do you drink every po-tion that iss labelled 'Drink Me?' There<em>are</em>ess-tablisshed prossedures for the handling of s-suspect documentss."<br/><br/>Senthaynatrix shakes her head, then nods over to Aesa. "To me, it iss undersstandable...And no doubt with our hostess's permis-sion, I sshall sspend much of thiss month reading." She inclines her horned head slightly in the direction of the nearest bookcase. "I never<em>s-saw</em>a book until perhapss a decade ago, and that in the profess-sor'ss company. And if I were not already employed, well... Let uss ssimply ssay that for mosst of my life I did not<em>know</em>bookss exsissted, but I<em>unders-stood</em>what the firs-st one I ever s-saw wass...And under any<em>other</em>sscircumsstance I would have<em>killed</em>to own one once I ssaw it."<br/><br/>The little kobold grins weakly, showing a long expanse of serious dentition. "Ssso you s-see, I know well thiss hunger of which you sspeak, but you will note I recognize the dangerss now." Her glance falls on the chest again, and she extends one gloved fingertip to touch its corner. "Which hardly meanss I am not<em>tempted</em>..." She withdraws her hands and folds them together in front of her on the table, pressing them firmly against its surface. "But I have long ssince learned<em>s-some</em>meassure of s-self-control."<br/><br/>"In addition to other itemss of utility, the cas-se containss numerouss reagentss which might prove of s-some as-sistance in the event of ssuch unfortuitouss diss-coveriess as poi-ssoned razorss or needles-s, contact toxssins, or other ssuch sschicanery. Als-so ssome fine toolss for dealing with delicate mechanis-sms." She looks across the table to Aesa, "I sshould be mosst thankful, cous-sin." She uses the word more confidently now. "I trusst our dear friend, the profess-sor, but I have no evidensse at thiss time that he actually<em>read</em>or<em>cleared</em>theesse books...Only that he kept them in a box,<em> locked</em>sso that unwary handss might not touch them, and that he called them '<em>dangerouss</em>.'"<br/><br/>She squints through her spectacles, peering at some of the faint symbols on the covers, still without touching the books herself, and then raises her voice slightly, "Perhapss the volume our friend the mass-ter miner hass abssconded with but not tess-ted might provide ssome more<em>sspecific</em>ansswerss?"<br/><br/>Kobolds. They see traps everywhere. Are you actually going to eat that?