THE HALL where we meet is small, dimly lit, with rich mahogany walls and grey carpeting. It is a hall in the old sense of the word, a place for meals and a place to discuss our business.

In our Hall, business is the planning, organization, and execution of orders which are passed down to us from our Lady of the Jungle. Our branch specifically deals with conversions; we bring new servants to Our Lady so that they may come under her power. It is a delicate, sometimes difficult process, but always we press on. We have no other choice, being under Our Lady's power.

Our Hall is where we, the servants of the Lady of the Jungle, truly receive the most rest from our day-to-day activities. Except on those days when Our Lady chooses to pay us a visit, we relax and enjoy each other's presence. In the Hall, Our Lady prefers us to be more lucid so as to better carry out her orders. So it is that, in the Hall, we have time to commiserate with each other until such a time as fresh orders arrive. The chatter in our Hall is always quiet, somber, but warm. We are all friends here, even those of us who don't like each other very much. We have to be, or else we would have been dead a long time ago, I think.

For us, the servants of the Lady of the Jungle, relief comes in the Hall and the Hall alone. It is the only home we have, now.