This village of the Muadh is well-obscured from outside surveillance. Huts are either fashioned into the fabric of vegetation, hugging the large tree trunks under resplendent canopies or sheltered in volcanic caverns behind the cascading waterfalls. However, the inhabitants are cautious in getting into the open both day and night, living in constant worry that they can be detected. There is no trace of farming, animal husbandry aside from an occasional hen, and only minimal gardening.
The local Muadh seem to be tranquil and kind people, with no hostility toward outsiders despite their isolationist proclivities, gracing them with mild curiosity but then going about their ways. They exchange few words, preferring emphatic vocalisations which in part seem to be drawing from the sounds of animal world, which often makes them laugh as if those were jokes. They have a penchant for colourful garments, especially with regard to plumed headpieces. They carry few obvious weapons.