The region is in a permanent conjuction with the plane of shadows. A sun rises during the day, but it is known as the Umbral Sun. It is the color of dry bones and even at noon it does not heat the land much, but it is enough for scruby grass to grow to feed the goats and a variety of otherworldly plants. The people surive on what they can trade for plus native goat, pale fish from ice cold streams and pools, mushrooms, and strange looking fruit that thrives only in the Umbral Sun. The people are hearty and have more in common with those of the far north than the surrounding temperate lands. In spite of the hardships of living where they do the people love it. The overlords work hard to make sure that the people are healthy, which is more than most commoners can say. Unlike other lands they are not regularly invaded. No mosters roam the land save by permission of their masters, who do not abide poaching. Wealth can be gained from traders who come seeking goods that only are available in the weird transative state between planes, such as special ores, woods, plants, and cloth sun from the wool of the shaggy goats. They gladly pay their tithe of blood when the time comes and every child strives to serve their masters in the hope of one day earning the right to be turned. Call it an LE government with the majority of the citizenry LN.