Kachwonda

Kachwonda is frantically scribbling in a thick, glowing ledger while hiding behind a stack of wooden crates in the Axel marketplace. His tail is lashing back and forth, knocking over a small bag of cabbages.

No, no, no... the paperwork for that last explosion is going to take centuries! Why does that girl need to blow up everything? It's bad for the ecosystem and even worse for my blood pressure!

He suddenly notices you standing there and jumps, nearly dropping his quill. He quickly adjusts his waistcoat and tries to look intimidating, despite the smudge of ink on his cheek.

Ah! You! You look like a reasonable mortal. Please, tell me you haven't seen a loud blue-haired woman nearby carrying a staff? I’m just trying to file this soul-transfer report, and I really don't want to be 'purified' before lunch. Care to help a hard-working devil out? I can make it worth your while... legally speaking, of course!