<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: Cold. Also Not a Morning Kobold</div></div><br/><br/><br/>The tiny kobold spends the night curled up atop her large case of alchemical componentry and tools...It probably only weighs half what she does, but it's about as large as it's owner, due to being mostly filled with empty glassware...Coiled up in her robe and cloak and blankets as close to the fireplace's dwindling embers as one might sanely get.<br/><br/>Possibly closer.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, by morning Senthaynatrix is shiverily sluggish and staggering. The tiny reptile makes one feeble attempt at tugging her case towards the kitchen, then opens it and (still wrapped in blankets) starts ferrying glassware back and forth.<br/><br/>Innoki gets a bleary-eyed nod...After a moment or two of squinting before she finally remembers to put her glasses on. She looks up at what he's doing on the stove, then gives another shiver before going back for more glassware.<br/><br/>In short order there's some sort of what might be...No, not quite a distillery, that'd be simpler, wouldn't it? A multi-staged distillery, perhaps? Water goes into one retort, some fine blackish-brown flakes are pestled mercilessly into a powder which is added to another, and then she adds more water and some round grey pellets to a tiny lamp-like device. After a moment, she half-falls/half-clambers down off the kitchen stool and pokes her head into the main room, apparently counting, then goes back for a larger retort to replace the small water-filled one. The little kobold shifts the glassware around a bit on the table, anchoring it carefully to a small tripod, then rattles the pellets in their ceramic container around a bit, producing a faint hiss from the device.<br/><br/>Senthaynatrix casts an almost painfully tired gaze back towards the cold, dead remains of the fireplace in the other room, then at the stove the elf is fiddling with. Everything seems like too much trouble. She cups her hands to her muzzle and gives a faint little cough above the hissing lamp.<br/><br/>Which promptly ignites, producing a startlingly white flame and a faintly sweet smell. She slides the little carbide lamp under the big water retort and keeps her hands cupped close around it, desperate for warmth, while the water begins to bubble and steam. Vapor climbs through various curls of glass, condensing and dripping into the second retort with the brown powder, which begins to form into a redly dark liquid, pungently aromatic in the kitchen's confines.<br/><br/>Did she just go through all of that to make<em>tea</em>?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">See, in my opinion, it's all about the quinic acid level...</div><div class="spoiler_body">"...You want just north of 4800 milligrams per liter. But, if you overboil to get there, you're gonna leach your tannins. Bitterness. Yuck. So, I pull a mild vacuum, that way I can keep the temperature no higher than 92 C, and..." (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJ83kt4a2-A)<br/><br/>Also, proving that she isn't an experienced adventurer, she just burned one use of her Spark SLA to help make breakfast, because it was easier than trying to walk across the kitchen to get fire from the working elf.</div></div>