<span style="font-weight: bold">Blackscales</span><br/><br/>Several Blackscales erupt from the passageway into the atrium, half scrambling over their barricade - and each other - in an attempt to select the choices portions of warm-blood meat from your supposedly-fallen party. They - a couple of acolytes, and a couple of simple bruisers, by the looks of it, gaze around at the empty room. "There's nobody here," one of them says in apparant confusion.