Scene 2-9 Lair of the Worm
This long chamber hides many nooks and crannies, making it difficult to tell the chamber's true size. Shelves are cut into the rocky walls; all are cluttered with cobwebbed skulls, musty scrolls, and dusty jars filled with pale, preserved worms. Ragged tapestries and banners stripped from war standards cover the walls, and a matted bed of woven reeds rests on the floor.
The southeast corner of the room is home to rusty gate, bolted to the bare rock.
To the southwest is a massive gray shape the size of a great swine, ribbed like a worm, but with a sharp snout, and a pale tongue that flicks and probes at the corpse of a villager hanging from meat hooks. The stench of the creature is overwhelming, like the smell of crushed maggots many times over.
Flickering oil lamps light the room, casting the gate and worm-thing in a macabre red light.
Sensing you, the worm turns and moans in hunger. The wet, loathsome sound is as familiar as it is alien, like the mournful calling of the autumn stars.