DeadDelta's Lair

Laying still amongst a horde of disease and plague lays a small, worn "tent" (should one choose to call it that) carefully crafted from the ribcage of something massive - shawls and cloth drape from the curved ivory spires of gargantuan spines, blowing in the wind. Inside there is an organization keen on archiving and storing the important information presented by the festering lands of the Wastelands, their names long lost to time. Many have selected the comfort of nicknames.