This big thug accosted Butler and I one night on the highway as we were making our way to the graveyard. He demanded that I give over my wife and my valuables on pain of death, hahahaha. He confused Butler for my wife as I tend to disguise Butler with an illusion of a lovely lady. In addition to being amusing it also prevents any local uproar. You can't be seen traipsing about the countryside in the company of the undead now can you? That is a surefire way to have the locals knocking down your door in the middle of the night with pitchforks and torches you know!!! Well, instead of any valuables I gave the thug a quick lightning bolt to the chest, and now he is a valued member on my team, paying off his debt to society by entertaining the masses!!!