Well, they've certainly wasted no time
taking credit for it. I was rather afraid this cauldron nonsense would come to violence, but our decrepit antagonists don't seem to possess much in the way of powers of reasoning. I rather fancied I should be able to talk rings around the fleshless devils until their skulls ached, but as our dear Sergeant Greystone discovered firsthand, the dead are really only interested in one thing...
Awfully INSISTANT that it was one of our lot who purloined their precious cooking-pot, aren't they? Preposterous accusations, of course... Why, the only faction in the whole of the baronship who would have interest in such a doubtlessly vile thing would be the Arcane Company, and our upstanding brethren would surely never resort to such petty thievery, to say nothing of the implied heresy of the matter. Utter delusion. One imagines a rotting brain takes its toll on the wit.
Worms, you know.
I simply wish we had more to GO on as far as this cauldron thief was concerned. It's the key to the whole business, really. According to my notes, we're to keep an eye out for a man, possessing a Covian uniform, with...
*flips through a journal* "Lotss of flesshh on hiss bonesss." -- That's three
S's in "bonesss," by the way... Said individual was also reported to be in possession of "eyeballs" and a reasonable quantity of hair, color unknown.
Right, well, that narrows things down a bit, doesn't it fellows? Do report in if you happen upon anyone matching the above description, eh? He can't hide forever with this sort of detective work at his heels!
*Sighs* Their story has changed more than once. Initially, they simply accused us of harboring this thief. Now they accuse him of being ONE of us. Having spoken to the fiends in question, and having received little more than rasping, toothless gibberish for my pains, I find it difficult to believe this is a cognitive leap the dead are capable of blundering into of their own accord. Indeed, I find myself unable to avoid the unpleasant sensation that someone's been nudging them in our direction...