Home of a scattered tribe of elves, Giltiond is formed from a single huge vine. The vine has grown around numerous earthen asteroids and sizeable balls of ice, from which it draws nourishment. The elves harvest all the food and water they need from the vine, from fruits and vegetables to seed pods filled with fresh water. Xenophobic and somewhat paranoid, the elves of Giltiond have started the inevitable slide back toward barbarism. They no longer build any sort of dwellings or wear clothing to speak of, and wander ceaselessly along their vine, strengthening its defenses. Caution must be taken when dealing with these dangerous savages.