You regroup, then waste no time moving into the keep. After all, Ryvid is still inside.
Immediately you are arrensted by the warmth of the place, the smell of woodsmoke and something more acrid filling the air. You make your way through the foyer and look into the great hall. You see Ryvid pulling his sling from his belt, backing away from the two massive creatures that are edging their way towards him. They make violent purring noises as they sniff the air in his direction, their enormous claws jutting from their arms like meathooks.
Behind the creatures, you see the Night Lord wearing his golden mask, two last Night Blades at his side. Framed in this fierce firelight, they look like devils who have sold their souls to hell.

Rolls
Monsters' Initiative - (1d20+2)
(16) + 2 = 18