This elven village is known as Velethuil to its inhabitants and Bristar (a compression from “Brightstar,” I am told) to humans. Its moon elves consider themselves part of the Dale and comprise the stalwart archers of Oak Company of the Swords of Deepingdale (the name of the army). Those same deadly arrows defend Bristar against brigands, monsters—and unwanted intrusions. Travelers should note that non-Deeping humans are neither wanted nor welcomed here. As one grim elf put it to me, “You have the rest of Faerûn to walk about in—leave us this small stretch of woods and get you gone!”