The Malnosso, the cultists, our little enclosure and several enclosures like it, unfortunately. Some have been here longer, some not half as long.

But you'll rarely run into their lot unless you decide to do the dirty work of our all-caring overlords. [Grell waves a hand dismissively toward the sky, then reaches into her jacket to pull out her journal. She turns it to this page and hands it over to him.]

You may find this an amusing read.