Inspired by Handy's Mystic of Xathoqqua, I did this sketch.

Theory, is that is casting a few Invocations that went awry, the Mystic of Xathoqqua haphazardly summon Xathoqqua at the expense of an unwitting sacrifice of a hired torchholder, who is now under the pile of rubble that fell from the ceiling (near hidden my the Mystic) as the Invocation was cast. The Female Thief noticing the demise of the torchholder, turning falling to her knees, attempting to keep in her breakfast, but fails to notice Xathoqqua's appearance, but her fellow comrades (charging into chamber to assault the no-nose, ghoul-like troglodyte degenerate species of who knows what) do and attempt to comprehend life, it's meaning and everything else that occurs in existence in the space of a few seconds, and go mad with lack of time to think and a big hairy toad like entity that has just appeared in front of them and looks hungry!