Once the party recovers from the encounter with the undead they continue their way up the winding mountainside. Despite the fresh air, a pall air continues to hang about you. You can hear the faint calls of birds high above, echoing throughout the mountainside yet they are too high to see clearly or identify their species. The sharp wind whistles amongst the boulders that dot the roadside and it's clear that during the rainy seasons there are often landslides yet the cloudless sky and steady ground beneath your feet shows little sign that something that unfortunate might happen to you.<br/><br/>The view that meets your eye as you turn another mountainous curve is breathtaking. You can see for miles, miles and miles on end. The fresh air up here is a pleasure to breathe, so different from the noxious fumes that litter Zaun or even the raucous air that fills the bustling streets of Demacia, but suddenly it catches in your throat as you notice something new. Up ahead, not too far way is a woman ringed with people. They all sit upon the ground, as though waiting for you, yet as she looks up to see you she looks surprised by your coming.<br/><br/>She rises to her feet before the people who ring her rise as well, and you immediately notice something wrong. She is clearly human, human and living, yet all the "people" who you  saw surrounding her are in truth... dead. Or rather, undead, zombies you recognize, animated people who once lived, breathed, and spoke, now turned into mindless corpses animated by negative energy, lesser versions of the legendary Sion who still trudged the Fields of Justice to this day. The woman herself is alive... yet there is something strange about her.<br/><br/>You notice the discoloration around her mouth immediately, and it's just a moment before you perceive that the discoloration is not her skin--it's muscle and bone. Her teeth are easily visible where her mouth and jaw should keep them hidden from the world. You can see traces of rot where bacteria has taken its course, digesting her face away, yet she shows no discomfort and her teeth show no sign that they have rotted away, a shining white, though crooked from the lack of orthodonty, unavailable to most in this world.<br/><br/>She moves forward, only a pace or two, and the zombies follow in lockstep, all surrounding her in an almost protective nature, and she waits for you to approach, making no sign and waiting for you to make the first move.<br/><br/>The woman. (http://www.psychopathchallenge.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/zombie-girl.jpeg)