You hatch from a leathery egg, spat out onto the dusty stone floor in a puddle of fluids. Your animal companion or familiar, whatever is applicable, lies beside you, obviously born from the same egg. There are others who have also hatched. They are very much in the same situation as you: Confused, Disorientated, and Nude.
You find the room to be mostly empty, save for your brethren, your eggs, and crates arranged to the side of each egg. The crate next to your egg contains equipment that you know to be yours, somehow. In addition to your equipment is a palm-sized obsidian disc with a name engraved on it.