“Allies, you said?!?” Nulrok exclaimed as he blew the head off a charging zombie with a fire spell.

“I told you they were likely to eat our brains,” Prince Booger said, and with a broad sweep of his poleaxe, he cut three zombies in half. Their top halves tried to crawl after him after they landed, and he stomped on them with his heavy booted feet.

“If you didn’t make so much noise, we could have snuck past them!” Shaymus hissed as she stabbed a zombie through the head with her sword. Its eyes popped out, and spiders crawled from the cavities as the creature crumbled.

“Your negativity is really starting to hurt my feelings,” Booger said. He wagged a disapproving finger at the pale-eyed goblin. Four zombies leaped at him and thumped uselessly against his armor. One of the crawling torso zombies was gnawing its teeth off on his armored shins. The zombies were clambering up the large prince, and he causally shrugged them off as one would bat away flies. He grabbed the heads of two and smashed them together with his gauntleted hands. They burst into dust and dried gore.

Raine shot three in their heads at the same time with a multi-shot. They dropped like a pile of wet rags. Gilreg was timing his swings as he cut heads off two zombies that shambled toward him. He bashed in the rotted skull of a third with the edge of his shield.

“What are you doing!?!?!?” A talking corpse with yellow eyes exclaimed from behind a large tombstone. The creature had leathery pale white skin that was pulled tightly over its hunched body. Its limbs were gnarled, and its hands ended with wicked dirty claws. It had a mouth with jagged and rotting-looking teeth.

“They can talk?!?” Gilreg exclaimed and then attempted to ask an approaching zombie to stop attacking him. The lumbering creature did not comply, and the warrior stopped it with an axe to its skull.

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“No, they can’t talk, but I can. Why are you here? And why are you attacking my zombies?” The dead-looking human thing asked. Shaymus stabbed the last zombie in the head and then shrugged apologetically.

“That was rude. I don’t suppose you would appreciate it if I came to your home and started slaughtering your guards, now would you?”

“How come you can talk, and they can’t?” Gilreg asked, motioning to the officially dead zombies at his feet.

“Excuse me?!?” The creature demanded with indignity.

“You are a ghoul!” Nulrok observed the mage was nodding his head in understanding.

“Of course I am. What did you think I was?”

“You kind of look like the zombies,” Prince Booger pointed out.

“That is offensive. That is like me saying you look like a goblin,” the ghoul said to the orc.

Booger scoffed at that and then looked away as his companions gave him dirty looks.

“Enough! We came to find information on the Envoys,” Raine cried.

“Well, there are no Envoys here. Go to Haven,” the ghoul snapped.

“We can’t find it,” the orc explained.

“Oh, yea, because they were moving it,” the ghoul said in understanding.

“Now you know why we came here,” Raine stated.

“That makes sense. Well, I never go to Haven,” the creature said with a shrug and made to depart.

“Wait!” Gilreg shouted.

“What now?” The creature asked with irritation.

“Take us to your boss.”

“Why? Oh, wait, yea, that is a great idea. Come this way,” the ghoul said, with an unnaturally wide evil grin on its face. The creature lopped off and beckoned them to follow.

“Seems like a good fellow,” the orc observed.