"Hurry!" A pale elf calls to you, sounding quite startled. "I've got one of those brain things cornered!" He exclaims, pointing towards the nearby shrubbery with urgency. "There, in the grass!" He resumes, beckoning you closer, his eyes shifting towards the shrubbery, "You can kill it, can't you? Like you killed the others?" He implores. If you're a bit perceptive, you'll notice that something is a little off about this situation. Something isn't as it seems, the elf is planning something.