Kravor of Ill Earth is dead. The long campaign to rid the woods of blight is at an end. It will be years before the forest fully recovers. Denizens of the woods drawn in by Kravors’s influence will remain a problem for the foreseeable future, but we have turned a corner and can now begin reclaiming our woods.
It is not easy for me to admit that we could not have brought this blight to an end with the aid of the humans. By way of apology I made my way back to where we encountered the Wirry Cows and claimed what I could from their corpses. Once I made the journey to the Quarrel-tongue village. There I caught the attention of the wolf-rider. He accepted the gifts with a slight crack in his rough facade. The hint of a smile was reward enough. Perhaps I have too harshly judged the impact of men.