"You enter the room from the creaky wooden door at the end of the previous hallway... it was the only way forward -according to your dusty hand-drawn map... a map your rogue 'claims to have found' while looting a corpse the night you met them all those weeks ago after that tavern brawl that you can't really remember ...as you vow to never drink again - or at least never form adventuring parties while drinking ever again... the barbarian draws his giant axe. Of course, you can't see why, having to rely on the wizard to bring her light spell forward... curse your fate for seemingly being the only human left without mixed blood enough to have darkvision. When the orb of daylight does push back the shadows to seek refuge in the distant corners you see.
a dozen Gnoles - roll for initiative"