The men brought to me by Spider have proven their ability to fight. A band of Wirry-Cows attacked us while we cross a sliver of land crossing the Wyrgan Swamp. Wirry-Cows have been a problem here since Kravor arrived. I guided the men to the edge of the mud flat where the black nest marked the lair of Kravor of Ill Earth. I retreated to a safe distance as the brave men slogged into the muddy mire. I could hear the sounds of combat. Kravor's whip was stinging the air as he unleashed his diseased attacks. I crossed my finger in hopes for a good outcome.