"In the wake of the Change, it became tough for a time to distinguish the Fae from their unseelie kin. The lines blurred considerably, and many of them took the modern world hard, retreating into chemical or sim-sense delusions. Nowdays, it seems as much a financial distinction as one of morals or ethics- the poor can't afford high standards or tracts of their own private land, and the better-off shun them and turn them from the gates of Tir Tanigire. They make fine shadowrunners though, if you can find one who still has a few braincells left to spark. They're hungry, and they've got plenty of axes to grind. And if I need to warn you not to trust them, then you ain't gonna last long in this business."