Flourishing in any shade, one will find the colourful and flavourful fungi, and it is no different in the case of the Byddervein. Since the pass was shut, by some mysterious means, the lower halls have been claimed and inhabited by a fungal people, who have made their village in the old shafts, and converted the caves into their fungiculture.

Precisely what they are is debated: some say that they are a true fungal people, mushrooms given voice and form. Other say that they are merely a tribe of kobolds or goblins who have taken to wearing fungi as armour and clothing and have thus deceived the gullible.

But those venturing into the lower halls, once their eyes adjust to the dim light, will find a beautiful and intruiging village: lit by the phosphorescent fungi that they plant on the halls, in little circular huts made from dried fibres, and living on a diet of cave insects and mushrooms, they have made a comfortable home for themselves. The only shadow on the horizon, however, is the Ungol, which pens them into the lower halls.