Exotic, calm, and proud, the dark-skinned and beautiful drow seem to have taken it upon themselves to be fairykind’s ambassadors to the mundane folk. After emerging from their cavern prisons during the great war against the demons, the drow have made more headway in living peacefully with humankind and its allies than any other fey race. Largely this is because of their political acumen, but it cannot be denied that the fact that almost one in three drow lives willingly as a slave does make their inborn magic and otherwise proud nature much less intimidating for the mundanes (with some suggesting that they have actually chosen to live in those conditions for exactly that reason).
The noble houses of the drow are more like aboveground guilds than the families that dominate most aristocracies – the drow believe that any of their number can be born to nobility and among them family ties are secondary to personal charisma. Common drow flock to these noble-born members of the species and accept their rule as generally unquestioningly as any human peasant follows their emperor.
Drow call the aboveground elves “the bleached ones” and contend that they are corrupted drow, descended from drow who ventured aboveground before elvenkind as a whole could become accustomed to the powers granted them by the aboleths and went mad as a result. The elves think this silly but have no way to prove their more civilized cousins wrong.
Drow can hail from most regions; if nothing else slave trading has made them a fairly common sight all over Migea except among their cousins in the Bleached Wastes.