The pulsating worm pit is disgusting.  My stomach flutters, and I lurch away a few paces and retch uncontrollably, decorating this cave's floor with my breakfast.<br/><br/>I compose myself and walk back to the pit, an unhappy grimace on my face.  I reach gingerly for the weapon, my fingers hovering over the writhing mass for just a moment.  Then I plunge my hand in, my ebony skin vanishing amongst the pale bodies of the worms as I grope for the hard hilt of the dagger.