That's the Followers of the Apocalypse. Which is, uh, quite the name, I'm aware - but our aims are strictly pacifistic. We were founded on the basis of spreading knowledge and medicine, so most of what we do is just that.

[ As for the rest - well, Arcade never gets volunteered for that sort of thing, so it's probably fine if he just conveniently leaves out the organization's other pursuits. (It's not like he'd start spilling their secrets to anyone who was familiar, either, anyway.)

Another gust of wind tears past over their heads, scattering loose debris out into the grasslands and drawing Arcade's attention, as he very carefully puts his glasses back on. ]

The Wasteland's far from perfect, and I know we're vastly outnumbered by the people who'd prefer to make it that much worse for everyone, but... Aegroto dum anima est, spes esse dicitur. Where there's life, there's hope.