Kethavar is the living ground — the caves beneath stay hungry, and the surface stays fed. Elmore sits in open farm country under a real sky and real seasons, mostly unbothered, on top of a cave system some residents describe as one living thing, slow and digesting the deeper you go. The village rule is simple: what you catch, you share, or you don't get to stay.
West of Elmore — past the tree line, past flattened circles pressed into the grass nobody explains, past where the road gives out to birdsong leading down into the caves proper — that rule stops applying.