Braaaains . . .
When we came up from the tunnels, we went to a food establishment for the big folk. I can't believe how much they eat! No wonder they cut down forests to plant food . . . the puddling quack salvers.
While they were consuming mass quantities, a fancy human - a leader of some sort - showed up and invited us to guard some other people. Some human's inability to fend for themselves is mystifying. Our group accepted the job, and we played in the city the rest of the day.
While hanging out, I went with one of them on a tour. The tour-guide had a horrible scar, for which I started the healing process. I don't think he appreciated what I had done for him, but that's okay.
When we arrived at the job, we were asked to serve food (again with the food!) to the dignitaries. We accepted and fed them. Shortly after they dispersed from the meal, people started getting very sick - and some zombies showed up wanting to eat brains of all things. Eeeew!
Two of the folks on our team turned out to be bad-guys-in-disguise . . . Lapwings! We didn't find out until our real team mates arrived. We battled them, then helped clean up all the zombie gore around the building - yuck!