As we were rallying outside the barracks, ready for a local area patrol, two Undead Fiends descended upon us, cackling and hissing. They demended we hand over a thief with a pointy hat and pony tails, accusing us of harboring him.
The Undead minions hurled torrents of abuse at us, finally attacking. The battle was short, as although they hit hard, their undead bodies are brittle and easily dispatched, and they were removed from Cove in the true militia manner.
After they were gone a peasant came, selling an old cauldron, that looked as if it had been used by a group of evil beings for many years. He looked odd, as he had A large pointy hat, and pony tails swept aside as if hidden from view. Hm... Could this be the thief they were after? .. Nah