Formerly Frend, Rend is a grim reminder of what happened to naive Ants who had never expected violence on a grand scale. Once open and bright and art-filled streets have been refashioned into tight, defensible corridors patrolled by soldier ants and cordoned off by memetic hazard barriers. It acts as a checkpoint to enter deeper into the ant tunnel network. Paranoia is the word of the day every day. Still, some markets and manufactories are open to the ants’ allies to purchase alchemical products, art, and mass-produced goods. But never the best. The best is kept only for other ants and the most distinguished of guests only, including spas, high art galleries, and alchemical universities