It Must Be Quite the Hovel

The chief of the kuatoa finds his tribe in the midst of a factional split. As fate would have it, his daughter is the leader of the opposing faction, and he asks us if we would help him try to mend the rift. 'Of course. Where can we find her?'

'She lives in the ground floor of a hovel on the other side of...'

'Um. The ground floor of a hovel?'

'Yes.'

'...of a hovel?'

'Yes?'

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