In a hut there lived a silly, oddball slime named Dovanice of the Banana Tribe. Not a gremliny cute, friendly hut, filled with maps and a whimsy smell, nor yet a yellow, green, natural hut with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a slime-hut, and that means comfort.

One day, after a troubling visit from the direwolf Ferdeor of the Avocado Tribe, Dovanice leaves her hut and sets out in search of three magical arrows. A quest undertaken in the company of humans, elves and smol sinnamon roll dwarves.

In the search for the direwolf-guarded arrows, Dovanice of the Banana Tribe surprises even herself with her Sneaking into small places and skill as a town gremlin.

During her travels, Dovanice rescues a sword, an heirloom belonging to Ferdeor. But when Ferdeor refuses to try boating, their friendship is over.

However, Ferdeor is wounded at the Battle of Great Battle of the Seven-Crystals and the two reconcile just before Dovanice engages in some serious boating.

Dovanice accepts one of the three magical arrows and returns home to her hut a very wealthy slime