The uncivil civilization, Cull is a frontier-turned-city where the more bestial creatures, those who struggle to adapt to the structured urban life of Grand Nostridan, congregate and live by the only rule they truly understand: the strong survive. The district is a dry gulch, crisscrossed with awnings and bridges. Massive cobbled structures and scattered steel buildings give it that unique blend of wild and tamed that defines the whole culture of Cull. While it lacks much in the way of law, the few brave guardians who watch over it ensure that even those with little choice still get something close to a fair shot.