InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Ru notes the sounds of his compatriots reverberating off the walls in the distance...
Eugene sends the torch down the tunnel. There is something lightly heard, like a scuttle, but the light illuminates a slender continuation of the tunnel, rounding a bend and sloping downward. Nothing can be seen other than dirt.
The bag continues to quiver, and worms still trickle out of it. Opening the bag, it is, as expected, filled with writhing masses of worms, easily at least a hundred pounds of worms.
Eugene sends the torch down the tunnel. There is something lightly heard, like a scuttle, but the light illuminates a slender continuation of the tunnel, rounding a bend and sloping downward. Nothing can be seen other than dirt.
The bag continues to quiver, and worms still trickle out of it. Opening the bag, it is, as expected, filled with writhing masses of worms, easily at least a hundred pounds of worms.