"Yeah, even for me, this place re-adjusted my ideas of 'weird' a little." He chuckles, swallows down the last bit of coffee in his mug, then relaxes back into his chair with his cigarette.

"Baedal's still human-centric enough that some of that stuff still counts, and we do get called in for it if it's beyond what the Sheriffs or the Militia can handle. Sometimes it's a haunting, or a possession." He takes another puff, as much inhaling to prepare himself for the next bit of description as for the smoke itself. "Even aside all that, though, there are things -- and sometimes they are also considered either aliens or demons -- but things from outside space and time. Kinds of things that defy even our looser concepts of what's possible, and can drive the unprepared mad just at the sight of them. I've never been out in the fog, but my understanding is that the things to be found there are similar in some ways."

Iä, Iä, etc.