Ellival Moonmeadow’s sprawling manor surrounds a central courtyard containing a meditation garden, an ostentation of peacocks, and two green-and-brown-pelted cooshees named Kanemar (“Honorable Eagle”) and Tatae (“Beloved Fox”), mated elven dogs who have accompanied their master since his days in Celene. A private covered dock leads to a slim boat capable of crossing the lake in 20 minutes. Swan motifs decorate the swift vessel.
Six grey elven agents serve as Moonmeadow’s confidants and protectors, constantly on the watch for trouble even when relaxing, and always within arm’s reach of a weapon. Decades younger than their master, these elves mix more readily with the folk of Diamond Lake, occasionally visiting the Emporium’s opium parlor, Lazare’s House, or Venelle’s. Conversation with them leaves one with the impression that they think they’re here on a temporary assignment; that Moonmeadow’s silver mining operation is merely a pretense for his presence in the region. If that’s true, it’s a ruse that’s been going on for more than a century, for the elf has lived in Diamond Lake longer than any current resident.