Thousands upon thousands of plump white worms writhed across the walls, devouring the humus, grass, and tree roots in the soil.
They even devoured other insects.
Behind them were several Worm Shepherds wielding long poles. They tapped intermittently at the walls and ground, creating a series of dull thuds to herd the worms in a single direction and prevent them from burrowing back into the earth.
The Worm Tribe resided on the fringes of the Iron Country, but they were well-known throughout its entire expanse.
The worms they raised were large and fat, delicious and juicy, sold to all corners of the Iron Country.
All of this was thanks to the masterful techniques of these shepherds.
Now, however, the shepherds of the tribe had all stopped their work. They held their breath, long poles resting, and pressed their ears to the walls, listening intently for sounds from their outpost.
There, the tribe's warriors had caught two big fish—enough for a feast.
