A Chaotic Night- and it's consequences

I might say the day started like any other, but that would be a lie. Last night while I was visiting Ojiisan, we heard a ruckus outside. I decided to look out the window and see exactly what we were dealing with. The chaos which had ensued was unlike anything I'd seen before- or had to prepare for. A horde of undead were swarming the small village Ojiisan had made his home in so many years ago. Upon realising that the villagers here were unable to protect themselves, I grabbed my swords and rushed outside, greatly worrying Ojiisan. I was able to fight a fair amount of them off before their numbers became overwhelming and I was compelled to use my magic. I cast Fireball, which succeeded in not only quelling the undead threat, but also destroying a few houses. I got Ojiisan's permission to allow them to reside in our cottage for the night, and escorted them back to the city the following morning. Much to my dismay, Ojiisan decided to remain in the village, and the most I can do now is hope he remains safe.
 
Upon arrival, the gate guard- Danuja-san -recognised me immediately, and allowed us in. I led the large group of now homeless citizens to my Headmaster, who agreed to provide them refuge and shelter while their home is rebuilt. I was grateful, yet ashamed. I had allowed myself to lose control. The master told me that it was completely acceptable behaviour, and the right call on my side and thus instructed me to visit General Mak to inform him on the happenings of the previous night, saying that my actions were deserving of a tattoo.
 
I headed to General Mak's office, and was greeted by a strange person who introduced herself as Astraea. She is quite an odd one to say the least. I then found out that General Mak's daughter, Kit, had been killed, and a wake would be hosted later that day. I could feel his agonizing grief fill the room when he spoke about it. I offered my condolences, but condolences can't bring back the dead, or fix the pain you feel when you lose someone. I was assigned a squad and told I could go to the tattooed monks for my tattoo. I was elated. This was what I had been training for- this was my chance to prove myself.