<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/>Tagged: Innoki and the Sheriff at the Laughing Demon tavern</div></div><br/><br/>Senthaynatrix allows the elf to chivvy her outside, but she clearly isn't keen on leaving the alchemical array alone in the company of strangers. On the way over to the tavern, she keeps close to Innoki and perhaps a half-step behind and to his left. The tiny kobold doesn't carry her crossbow, but she does tuck her morningstar back beneath her cloak.<br/><br/>"Ss...I<strong><em>wass</em></strong>able to de-sscypher that purple book. It lookss to be the workingss of yet another cult, but I am not convincssed that it iss an evil cult. They sseem obs-ssessed with knowledge, but I gleaned nothing that connected them to the followerss of Urgathoa or Zon-Kuthon...Much lesss the Whisspering Way its-self! I am not ssure if the Profess-sor had even read it, ssave that he was sseeing it returned, which would ssuggest it had sserved itss purposse. Sscertainly there wass no key to itss decriptsion in hiss library, nor notess on what wass within." She shrugs, "A dead end, perhapss, but how wass one to know without reading? Ssurely it kept ssusspiciouss company and sseemed to hold ssecretss!"<br/><br/>As they get closer to the tavern, she becomes more jittery. "And what ssort of introductssion will thiss be? A sheriff will likely wissh to ssee my countenancsse...And a tavern sseemss hardly the placsse to disscuss what we fear iss happening...Frightening the villagerss might causse them to do ssomething rassh..." She mutters sibilantly to herself, not really trying to argue with Innoki, who she is beginning to feel may be one of the more likely allies she has in this mess -- but definitely making him aware that she's worried.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>At the Laughing Demon, she practically sticks to the elf's shadow, trying to not-too-obviously keep him between herself and the more crowded areas of the room. She's consigned herself to letting him do the talking, so of course she's caught flat-footed a moment after hopping into the chair when the sheriff addresses her.<br/><br/>She doesn't offer her gloved hand to the man. "Ssenthaynatrix Literator, Profess-sor of Natural Philossophy, Univers-sity of Lepidsstadt and one of Profess-sor Lorrimor'ss protegess." She pauses. "I came to attend hiss funeral, to lend aid at hiss behesst and to repres-sent the Univers-sity in giving what support it could. Ssincsse it sseems hiss work iss far from concluded."<br/><br/>She takes a half step back on the chair. "There are unpleass-sant quesstions of hiss-story here..." The little kobold's hooded head pivots, almost birdlike, up towards the elf. "Innoki?" The tone of voice would be more appropriate to the word "help?!" than to the elf's name, but it is what it is.