<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/></div></div><br/><strong>Where: The Lorrimor Living-Room<br/>Tagged: Innoki, Lexi, Caladrel, Quentan<br/></strong><br/><br/><br/>The little kobold begins deftly assembling the set of distillers and alembics she'd used earlier in the morning to brew tea, of all things. "One never ss-ceasess to wonder at how<em> little</em>folk care to know of neighboring landss! But then, admittedly, when I firsst came to Lepid-sstadt, I knew<em>nothing</em>of the people of Usstalav. Of course,<em>I</em>grew up among unlettered folk in a tangle of tunnelss in the side of<em>Rasschka-Tor</em>," Heavily implied professorial tones of<em>and what's your excuse?</em><br/><br/>"I ssuppose when one livess far from calamity, or when the calamity affectss one'ss enemiess, it iss hardly noteworthy newss. Rasschka-Tor iss a good ssix week'ss travel north and wesst from thiss place, in the Hold of Belkzen." ...And that explains it. If there is a 'country' of orcs, the neighboring Hold of Belkzen, west of Ustalav, is it. "My masster came to that place<em> long</em>ago, during what your people call the Age of Anguissh, and<em>long</em>before Belkzen him-sself sseized and ss-shattered the dwarven ss-citadel of Koldukar," ...And that would be a couple of thousand years ago. "...He drove hiss clawss deep into the mountain that the orcs now name<em>Rasschka-Tor</em>: the mountain of fire.<em>No</em>orc sstirss in the sshadow of that mountain who doess not offer ssacrifice to him and hiss lineage."<br/><br/>Senthaynatrix waves a gloved hand lazily, "Sso, yess. I learned the true sspeech from firsst ssourcess. It amus-ssed my masster, I think, to watch me redisscover truthss<em>he</em>had known when the sstarss were younger. But in time he became bored and impatient with my quesstionss, and then our dear friend, the Profess-sor convinc-ssed me that there was<em>much</em>I would not learn if I sstayed. Sso I<em>now</em>owe my allegiancsse to the Univers-ssity, and am appress-sciated there for my knowledge of the firsst tongue, as well as diversse other sstudiess..."<br/><br/>The kobold pushes her hood back, revealing a face that looks far more like that of a miniature red dragon than a kobold...Scarlet scales, tiny black, back-swept horns, and even the single black goring-spike at the tip of her snout, petite though it may be at her tiny scale. A visage that otherwise would easily be frightening by fire-light is softened a bit by huge, ground-glass lenses set in a brass-wire pince-nez across her snout. They magnify her sulfurous eyes oddly.<br/><br/>She gives a hissing cough into the palm of her hand*, still watching the elderly elf as she transfers the fire so produced to a burner beneath the apparatus, and swivels it in place to begin boiling water. "You sshould come vis-ssit. The Univers-ssity, I mean. Rasilanythrylax doess<em>not</em>take kindly to vis-ssitorss, nor doess he have ssuch a magnific-ssent library."<br/><br/>The kobold looks skeptically from Lexi to Innoki and back. She's not quite sure, these mammalian tensions can as easily involve warfare as mating, but the Slayer, who she's spent the day with and begun to feel she might have some touchstone for, mood-wise, seems less than eager to approach the female. "Sso...? I am curiouss now. How exs-ssactly do you know him, then?"<br/><br/>Now that the arrangements for tea are bubbling away, the tiny kobold notes the paladin's entry. Senthaynatrix adjusts her glasses nervously and takes a step closer to Innoki.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">*</div><div class="spoiler_body">Yep, knock off one more use of her SLA.</div></div>