The party finds themselves in a cavernous chamber, holes in the ceiling beaming moonlight illumination on multiple muscular kobolds battering one another with fists, playfighting.

A second group of kobolds sits looking on, whispering and lathering themselves with a green cave slime unguent.

Noticing the party, the tallest of the sitting kobolds holds up a great tome. "I've got a text!" it bellows and thumbs quickly through the pages, revealing an artfully drawn picture of the party.