<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 Mounted</div></div><br/><br/>Despite gentle singing and graveyards, the little kobold is lost in distant memories. Not dark memories as such, but memories of the reassuring warm darkness, and of odd, clumsy-seeming humans fumbling around through the too-small tunnels of the kobold tangle. All manner of odd smells of strange food and materials, plus the slightly irritating scent of dwarf and the more reassuringly sulfurous musk of the great dragon, all the while Lorrimorr quietly and persistently inquired as to whether they could get just one, just one look...<br/><br/>Senthaynatrix almost outpaces the stopped casket, so lost in her thoughts is she. The human barricade snaps her back to the here-and-now, however, just in time to hear their ultimatum and Aesa's reply. Her low, hissing sigh is a mixture of anger at the disturbance and regret at past memories. She reaches into her cloak, finds the scroll-case she'd sought before... A well-crafted thing of bleached, white leather wrapped carefully around a wooden core, and decorated with the ponderous seal of the University...Nearly as big around as her palm. It isn't gold, just gold-washed bronze, but in this horrible sunlight it probably looks just as impressive.<br/><br/>The question is whether it looks impressive enough to distract the small mob from the small and peculiar figure holding it aloft. She starts out in a quiet mutter, but her voice rises by the syllable, and by the time she gets to her final rebuttal, she's practically shouting.<br/><br/>"Unlearned! It is s-so! I have been sent here by the University of Lepidstadt to ssee that this sscholarly gentleman receivess the respect he is-s due for his deedss! It is unjusst that you speak sso of him! Do you truly know so little of one of the brighter lightss of your town? Profes-sor Lorrimorr was a sseeker of knowledge for the aid it might give to otherss, not one of those mercenary beassts who tries to ssell stolen bones to the universsity!"<br/><br/>Her other gloved hand takes up the slack of her donkey's reins. She may be angry...She may be<em>furious</em>...but there is no way she's going to get into a fight with this many peasants if she can get her donkey moving and get<em>out</em>of there...<br/><br/>Thank goodness she didn't dismount.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Aid Another (Diplomacy)</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2015-10-05 01:26:45, CarnivalOfTheGoat (uid: 27539) rolls: 1d20k1 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=80936) Whew!</div></div>