Ruling their land with a somewhat capricious and unpredictable hand, they are suspicious-minded and wary of newcomers. Relying on cantrips and their Birthrights, they will attempt to scare off and mislead strangers, although they avoid physical confrontation if at all possible. For all their blustering and posturing they can be terribly craven. To their good fortune, few have tested their 'lordly might and bravery', having been thoroughly intimidated enough to fear them anyway. The Leshiye are few, living since the Shattering as isolated woodsmen and hermits, but much to their chagrin they must retain close relations to each other, if only for the sake of their continued existence.
Total isolation is no longer an option, and territorial stakes have had to be relaxed slightly.
Of course, this doesn't mean they don't bicker incessantly over the slightest conceived 'invasion' of their territory by a rival. Hopelessly addicted to alcohol and gambling, they maintain relations with the local Rusalki, and occasionally arrange small gatherings with other Leshiye for the sole purpose of indulging their vices. Any meetings degenerate into a drunken scene from a gambling den, followed by many angry accusations of cheating, heated threats, and a hasty departure by all. These threats and slight are soon forgotten however, when the chance arises for a few 'honest' games and a tipple or two of vodka. Appearance To mortal eyes the Leshiye appear as dirty and dishevelled Slavic woodsmen and women, with close-set eyes and rough clothing.