My party -- two Dwarves, two Tieflings, and an Aasimar* -- are still in the opening section of "The Whispering Cairn" after two sessions. They're having a hard time getting past the screaming face trap, because, so proud of themselves for all having Darkvision and therefore never needing to give themselves away with visible light, they brought no light sources whatsoever. No torches, no candles, no lamp oil.
Of course, never mind getting the lanterns actually *lit* -- just viewing the big painting and working out which lantern to put where is difficult when you can only see in black and white, particularly if you start taking lanterns down off their hooks where it's possible to mix them up.
*The roleplaying, fortunately, has been a lot of fun, even so. One of the Dwarves is a Monk of (per script) Xan Yae, while the other is a traditionalist Cleric who has Significant Issues with Dwarves who don't wear heavy armor, swing axes, and worship proper Dwarf gods -- shades of Terry Pratchett. The Tieflings and Aasimar are (half-)brothers, and each has a different, highly improbable story regarding how that works out, and indeed which is the shared parent, and they argue frequently, over every facet of their shared past. Their background/intro has it that they were run out of their hometown, and came to Diamond Lake because their (adoptive/step/biological/delete as applicable) father was old man Fant, who owned the mine adjuct to the Cairn. But each pair blames the other for having caused this exile to happen on a rotating basis. The argument will eventually be ended when one of them inevitably dies, and the other two can blame him without fear of contradiction.
