<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: So many books, so little time</div></div><br/><br/>Ssenthaynatrix's eyes widen slightly and she blinks up a moment at Kofi, then makes...Something between a nod and a bow, inclining her upper body as well as her horn-crowned head. "I thank<em>you</em>for your as-ssistancse." Apparently she isn't offended, at least.<br/><br/>The little kobold glances back at Quentin, then asserts in a distinctly corrective tone, "The professor was investigating a cabal of<em>necromancerss</em>...Who were in turn interessted in the prisson. These bookss<em>may</em>inform uss as to what<em>manner</em>of deviltry they would sseek from ssuch a place in general, while sstudy of the prisson documentss might refine that knowledge...Oncsse we know<em>what</em>they sseek." For a moment, it looks as if she's about to say more, then she gives a slight shake of her head and sets to putting her tools neatly away.<br/><br/>She's explaining things to a dwarf. There was a<em>reason</em>the gnomish slaves were given all the complex tasks back in the tangle.<em>Any</em>kobold knows that you<em>can't</em>explain things to a<em>dwarf</em>.<br/><br/>Innoki's comment about preparation receives a nod of definite agreement. "If we do not<em>know</em>what it iss we sseek, there iss very little point going to a place that iss potentially dangerouss, even if we<em>are</em>otherwis-se prepared."<br/><br/>Senthaynatrix turns and accepts the journal from Timo with both hands...There is almost a formality to the gesture...and sets it beside the other books on the table. "If I am ssurpris-sed, it iss that the profess-sor wass invesstigating a cult of necromancsserss over ssuch a long period,<em>alone</em>." She frowns slightly. "Then again, he wass sso pers-sisstent about talking to my masster. A<em>very</em>learned man, but..." The kobold gives a slight shake of her head. It would probably be considered rude by most of these other humanoids to remark on their friend's lack of apparent survival instincts so soon after his demise. "I s-should probably do mosst of my work through<em>intermediariess</em>. If, in the immediate future, we are going to be exsscavating a potentssially cultisst-haunted," she hesitates, "Or<em>sspirit</em>-haunted ruin, for that matter, there are preparationss I could be making for our ssafety and well-being,<em>if</em>the correct herbss can be acquired within thiss town by a go-between."<br/><br/>Aesa, on the other hand, receives something of a wounded look. "The pin would not budge. I am inclined to believe it iss cross-pinned through one of the hinge-loopss...A fairly s-sstandard practicsse for binderss who sseek to offer real ss-security in their tomess." (OOC: I'm pretty sure that if it was that easy, we wouldn't have needed such a high roll.)<br/><br/>The little kobold flips the purple book open, assaying its title and table of contents, then does the same for the black book. She seems less than interested in the books bearing the symbols of Urgathoa and Zon-Kuthon, for the moment...The unmarked and unlabeled one, however, and the previously-locked one with the unfamiliar eye-and-scarab symbol remain mysteries. "I am not interess-ted in reading ssacred textss of ssuch dark godss for their own ss-sake, although the Profes-sor expres-sly hass written here that they would 'further the caus-se'...I am interess-ted in sseeing whether thes-se other bookss are more of the ssame. Thiss locked one, for insstance, was bound for the handss of a<em>judge</em>...And dis-scretely! ...and sso I ssus-spect it iss of a les-ss vile nature, but it might well have to do with crimess ass-sociated with thes-se cultistss."<br/><br/>She tears a small scrap from the corner of one of her note-book's pages and wedges it into the lock's hasp so that no one accidentally re-locks it.<br/><br/>Aelys's performance draws a long look from the kobold. If Senthaynatrix hadn't been wearing gloves all day, she'd have pulled them on to touch a book. She's no expert on mammalian expressions of sensuality, but... No.<br/><br/>The kobold cocks her head slightly, waiting in silence until Aelys's eyes re-open. "For ssome reas-son, I look at you, and I am reminded of how I felt when I firsst ssaw a library. There iss a hunger, yess? Like all hungerss, one musst be cautiouss of over-indulgencsse."