"Wild beasts are good warmup, but I should practice against my request target so I'm ready to go!" Lef snarkily thought to himself as he drew his blades.
Lef leaped across the canopy of trees silently as the gnolls below him continue to rummage. Placing himself in a tree directly above one of the gnolls who was busy rolling in food and drink, Lef let himself fall from the branch and sliced through all three gnolls in a singular motion. The single attack catches the light between the tree branches, highlighting the locations Lef struck on the three gnolls. In a second, it's over, the three gnolls lie in six pieces motionless. Lef's blades are pristine, their magical nature repels all water and contaminants. Their blood and remains do cover Lef's hands however. With the nearest river being a mile in the other direction, Lef wiped off his hands and pressed onward.
After another hour of trekking, the castle was finally in sight. The breezy open plains had become congested with a thick forest that almost felt as humid as a jungle - Lef had begun sweating profusely. The nearby castle lay in ruin, with some portions completely destroyed. While in ruins, it was obvious gnolls had set up in the castle - large banners and smoke could be seen coming from the castle. Lef was taken aback at how large this gnoll camp had grown, but he was still unphased. Lef wiped the sweat from his brow and off his hands and arms as he prepared himself to infiltrate the camp...