Blackfeather Woods people are particularly stupid today; i can't talk to any more of them

Arriving there, Kove had expected little to arise from the meeting. A mere child searching for her missing brother, and a request to send him home, should they happen upon him—but she was not a mere child, was she? He nodded first but it was not until the other male departed that he allowed his expression to soften with curiosity and wonder, the mention alone of Bearclaw bringing forth fond memories.

“Bearclaw Valley,” he repeated back, though it was not a question. “Were you born there? Who are your parents?” He had yet to confirm who now reigned over the valley but still firmly believed it was a child of his—Desna, no, he was certain, but there were three others that could have taken back their place of birth. Or, perhaps, this girl was of that Indra woman’s blood. Either way, she had his interest, and it was no longer due only to her missing brother.