Deillia listened to your words and smiled softly. She closed her eyes and rested. The air was filled with the stench of the swamp and the rotting meal of the spider woman. The goblins disappeared as they dragged the lizard off in the direction you sent them. The air was still chilled as the sun hung in the sky providing little warmth. Wind blew and and the trees with only the tiny green buds of leaves waved against the force. Above drifted a a island at least a few acres with smaller islands in tow. Soon the sun started its decent to the west and the islands drifted out of view. 

The scent was the first to tell you the wait was over and your Gnolls were coming. your eyes caught a small pack (8)chasing some dear. They had hit one with a short spear slowing it down a rope connected to an unlucky Gnoll being dragged along the ground. The sounds they made mimicked laughter as they continued pursuit unaware of the two of you.