The grey wastelands of existance made of the Grey Plane, where nothing but true nuetrality was accepted. There had to be a grey area, somewhere, which was the only reason this place existed. Things always had a middle area. Always. However this never stopped Evil Outsiders and Good Outsiders from coming through here, to mix things up. Considering their nuetrality, the natives only defended themselves, for they cared little of the meddling of others.