<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: Tea-nebriated</div></div><br/><br/>The little kobold looks around nervously upon reaching the Lorrimor house, but finally chooses to tie her mule to a fencepost near the gate. She follows the others in with an occasional backwards turn of her hooded head, clearly uncomfortable with leaving it...Or perhaps the heavy case strapped to it? there.<br/><br/>Inside, Senthaynatrix behaves even more peculiarly, neither hanging up her cloak nor throwing back the low-hanging hood that shrouds her face. It'd be almost comical to watch the small creature carefully raise her teacup up under the hood and sip from it, save that her apparent desire to keep her face hidden is almost disturbingly paranoid. On the other hand, she<em>does</em>leave her tiny crossbow and a rather viciously spiked club by the door, where they are dwarfed by Innoki's long blade.<br/><br/>She stumbles slightly upon seeing the walls of books, and then spends much of the time waiting for the Councilor in walking from bookshelf to bookshelf and apparently studying titles. One fingertip lifts her hood high enough to let her see the shelves more clearly, while trying to ensure that only the spines of the books themselves can see her. Some of the texts she nods to, almost as if acknowledging old friends. Once or twice she sets down her cup and saucer and begins to reach up as if about to take one of the books from the shelf, then seems to remember herself and instead picks up her tea again.<br/><br/><em>Scholars!</em><br/><br/>During the reading of the will, Senthaynatrix settles into a large armchair which only makes it more apparent how tiny she is. She doesn't seem to notice either the key falling, or the dwarf absconding with it. She does, however, sit up in her chair and lean slightly towards the Councilor at the mention of "valuable but dangerous tomes." It isn't that she wasn't paying attention to the councilor before, but once the books are mentioned she takes on all of the body language of a hawk who has just spotted a rabbit and is waiting for it to take that one hop further from shelter.<br/><br/>She tilts her head oddly at the last request (and bequest), but says nothing until the Councilor has departed.<br/><br/>"Well. That ansswers s-some questions."<br/><br/>The kobold sets her teacup and saucer back upon the table.<br/><br/>"I had wondered that s-so few were at hiss grave-sside. If he had s-sent notice to all who would truly mourn him, inheritansse or no, there would be many more of uss here. Half of the departmentss of Lepidstadt, no doubt. I s-saw ssome professional jealousy before I left, and no doubt I shall ssee more upon my return, from those who assked how one as<em>meagre of knowledge </em>(by comparison to my colleaguess) as I could<em>pos-ssibly</em>be desserving of invitation when<em>they</em>were not.<br/><br/>"In my exsperience, the professor hired three ssorts when I had the privilege of working with him: those whose armss he counted on for defense, those whose minds he counted on for knowledge, and thosse who lifted, carried, and did the little tassks. I would hypothessize that none of<em>uss</em>are in that latter group. I put forth the proposition that we few are thosse who he trussted to our sspecific tasks for good reasson."<br/><br/>She pauses a moment. She can see the pieces coming together with all of the clarity of a formula meant to discern the materia of some unknown specimen; the substance yet remains unknown, and some of the reagents which will react to it are as yet likewise unknown, but the process, the idea, the way forward to reduce those variables...These things are all<em>apparent</em>.<br/><br/>"Well might he<em>not</em>invite s-some of my colleaguess. Bookss. Tomess that s-some might ssuggest were<em>irregularly</em>appropriated from, and removed from, a library as...<em>varied</em>...as that of the Universsity, might be<em>any</em>manner of danger. I s-should wager my lasst copper pinch that our old friend feared a reckoning, and that he fearss its conssequences may yet fall upon hiss brood." Brood? That's a hell of a thing to call a young woman who is standing in the room. "I have s-some small experience,"she sighs sibilantly, "With s-some of the more dangerouss books of the Lepidsstadt librariess...And I as-ssure you, they contain<em>many</em>dangerouss books."<br/><br/>The tiny shrouded figure leans forward, standing in her chair and placing her gloved hands on the tabletop. Does she think she's in a lecture hall? "I sshould also note that I have, mmm. Yess. Des-spite what I ssaid in the church-yard, I should<em>honestly</em>say that I have sseen the Professor contract with ssmall evils, and ssmall evils have a way of being attached to great evils, as<em>I</em>wass attached, for mosst of my life, to the great dragon Rasilanythrylax... Whos-se sservice I left to sserve the Professor."<br/><br/>She gives a hissing cough, sounding somewhat embarrassed. "Ahhh...I sshould<em>probably</em>note that I am no longer a ssmall evil. You can<em>ssee</em>I am sstill<em>small</em>; I sshall leave the<em>corollary</em>as an exersscise to the sstudent. Petross Lorrimor trus-sted me. If we are to work together, as I believe he wisshed and therefore we musst, then<em>I</em>sshould assk the ssame of<em>you</em>."<br/><br/>And I<em>do</em>believe we musst<em>all</em>work together. The Profes-sor had many friendss and alliess to choose from, and he chose<em>uss</em>for thiss tassk. We sshould<em>definitely</em>s-see to those bookss. S-such tomess may well have a guardian, who the Profes-sor had ssome contract with...A guardian perhapss indis-sposed to exstending the ssame courtessy to<em>you</em>, Lady Kendra, that it might have<em>negotiated</em>with your father. And s-so, in sseeing to them, we musst sscertainly protect you."<br/><br/>"...And sspeaking of ssaid protection, I musst reluctantly bring up those detesstable creaturess who interrupted the ssceremony. Iss there any chance the human who jusst read the will might reveal to them the pressence of the aforementioned<em>'dangerouss'</em>tomess?"<br/><br/>She sits back down almost ritually, as if yielding the floor to the next speaker, and extracts a somewhat threadbare old piece of once-bleached velvet from one of her sleeves...And a pair of spectacles from the depths of her hood, which she begins to assiduously polish.<br/><br/>Despite her miniscule height (even the dwarf has six inches on her, and probably weighs six times as much), the bridge of those spectacles must be a good<em>four inches across</em>between the lenses.