Suddenly the door warps in it's frame, and falls as a duegar bashes through it. He immediately steps back, revealing his companion duegar and a female drow, who is finishing the last of several potions, the bottles littering the floor.
"Come get us, fragile adventurers," she laughs, "You will be sacrificed to Lolth, and this resistance will only make you taste the sweeter to her." The drow's face contorts into a horrid smile, and her wretched laughter echoes off of the caves walls.