Rhodes Island, a faction that doubles both as a pharmaceutical company and a paramilitary organization to serve for those infected of the Oripathy. People of all shapes and sizes can be found wandering these facilities, their talents varying amongst both culture and innate skill.

Light chatter can be heard from the nearby lounge, coming from a small group of younger operators conversing with a lizardman whose skin was indistinctly pure white. One of the children was on his lap, eagerly listening to his stories.

"Oh? I've already told that one? Very well, now how about the time where my unique skin tone helped me in camouflaging during a snowstorm?"