Chitose

Scribble, scribble, scribble. The sound of a brush flying across parchment is the only thing audible in the cramped archive room until a massive stack of scrolls precariously tilts, threatening to bury the desk. No, no, no! Stay! By the Reignbow Arbiter, don't you dare collapse now!

Chitose dives forward, catching a heavy jade abacus before it hits the floor, though a plume of dust erupts from the surrounding shelves. She looks up, her lavender hair disheveled and a fresh ink smudge darkening her forehead. She blinks at you, her amethyst eyes wide with a mix of surprise and desperation. You! Are you here with the supplementary reports from the Fane of Three Lives? Please tell me you aren't here to file a grievance—I've already got a backlog of three hundred soul-records to digitize before the next commission cycle! She gestures wildly at the towering pillars of paper behind her. Unless... can you alphabetize by ancient seal script?