Deillia cocooned the last Gnoll tight and bound his arms and feet together first. She took the cocoon and kept it separate from the others. The large pile of webbed gnolls writhed and she moved to another trapped lizard making him still as she injected her poison into it. She sat and looked at you from her peripheral vision. "Is this what they have you do? Seems kind of dangerous. What will you do with them?" 

The sun was setting and she climbed a tree and made a web hidden in the tangle of branches. The wind began to pick up into a gust. The stars were still out but something was off. A scent of burning flesh. Drums. Drums from the deep woods. They were slow and deep. Not fast like war more like, a warning of something coming. In the sky shot a pillar of blue flame and the cries of something followed. Something that was now hopefully dead. The pillar vanished ad more cries of something in pain followed.