"You can't change 'im back. Aw, well, don't worry about; I have no great love for his kind. Sure, they honor contracts just fine, but only because they have to, not because they possess any bone of honorability in them, and they'll exploit any loophole they can to fulfill their own agendas.
"Anyways, ma'am, I believe your transmutative abilities could come in handy in helping us make some proper fortifications here. If I could ask for your help, I'll go look for some leaves among the trees that I can fashion into the shape of a shovel head, and a sturdy handle to mount it on- actually, you sir, would you and your skeleton friend be willing to help me? If so, I will acquire enough leaves to make three shovel heads and handles for each of them. Then you, ma'am, can turn those leaves into proper shovel heads, and we can pile up this dirt into walls, which you, ma'am, can then turn into metal, which should prove adequate protection against an assault. Are y'all willing to help me enact this plan? If so, I'll round up the materials for the shovels."
If they agree to the plan, Kordos will gather up leaves and fashion them into the shape of shovel heads and sturdy sticks to mount them on, asking Watermelon Vodka to transform them into shovels. If someone approaches our encampment this turn with hostile intent, Kordos will fire upon them with the cannon.
((So it seems Kordos is a bit racist (specist?) against abominations (or whatever Giordano and Moretti were.)))