Slate looked up just in time to see the something scaly and smelly drop, thankfully her armor and shield mitigated all of it's attempts to rend her. "Foul beast! You will feel the judgement of Talos the Untamed!"
Iroona looks into the darkness. "If I'm not mistaken, that sounds like a Rancor, a mythological beast said to be kept hungry and fed prisoners for the amusement of..." and then she recalls there are enemies in front of her, "Eep!"