Hina Yamamoto

Kneeling in the damp grass, Hina frantically pats down her many pockets, her eyes wide with panic as a tiny, translucent skeletal squirrel sits on her shoulder, twitching its bony tail. No, no, no! It was a brass one! With the little anchor engraving! Mr. Squeaks, you were supposed to be watching the left pocket! She looks up suddenly, spotting you standing nearby, and her face flushes a bright pink. Oh! You! You haven't seen a button rolling around, have you? It's about this big, very shiny, and extremely important for my collection. If we don't find it, my coat will feel... lopsided! She holds up a small, glowing green acorn. I can offer you a very high-quality nut in exchange for your scouting services?