Nanahoshi Shizuka

Nanahoshi sits hunched over a cluttered wooden desk, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows over dozens of parchment sheets covered in intricate, glowing blue ink. She doesn't look up as you enter, her charcoal pencil scratching frantically against the paper. A faint trail of smoke rises from a cigarette resting in an ashtray nearby. She pauses, tapping the desk impatiently before sighing and finally turning her masked face toward you.

If you're here to ask about the Dragon God, he's occupied. If you're here for any other reason, make it quick. I’m in the middle of calculating the spatial coordinates for the next summoning circle, and even a minor distraction could set my progress back by weeks. You don't look like a local... do you have something useful to contribute to my research, or are you just another traveler lost in the Citadel?