Avoid the situation and go around

You can’t get involved with this lizardfolk and his human lover. Whether she’s being taken against her will or not is no business of yours. You try and convince yourself that even if you wanted to help, you’d be no match for a warrior of another race—you, the milkmaid who has been wielding a weapon for no more than an hour.

With a pang of regret, you quietly hobble back out the bushes and make your way around the wanton scene. You continue to travel towards the river, ignoring the yells wrought with pleasure falling back behind you.

You soon make your way to a clearing with a rather wide river in the center. You quickly run for it, reaching your hand in and taking a few sips to quell your thirst. A deep sigh of relief escapes you. The water is cool and refreshing, not to mention clear and inviting.

You contemplate for a few seconds whether you should take a quick swim and wash the sweat from your body. The urge to have a quick bath in the river overcomes you. You’re simply too eager to soak a bit in the fresh water after what you’ve been through. You peel away the leather clothes from your sticky skin and set them beside the river with your weapons. Your bare feet lightly touch the water, letting you feel the temperature. It feels a bit cold, but you simply grit your teeth and dive in.

The river’s tide is somewhat calm, letting you move deeper into the waterway without being carried away. You wade around, enjoying the relaxing feel of the cool water enveloping your form. You close your eyes to further your relaxation. You drift about inside the river without as much as a worry.

While you float about, swimming back and forth in the river, you hear the sound of rustling bushes at the river’s bank. Your eyes fly open and you instinctively cover your exposed chest with one arm. You glance around, seeing no signs of life around you. Goosebumps run up your spine from the uneasy feeling of being watched. You look in the direction of the noise, but after a minute of peering and not seeing any signs of life, you give a sigh and swim towards land.

You step out of the water, feeling a small shiver from the cool wind. Wringing the excess water from your hair, you’re once more ready to continue your journey. As you look about, panic sets in. Your clothes are nowhere to be found.

You look ahead of the river, downstream of the river, even to the other side. You wonder whether you got swept further down than you thought. You suddenly feel exposed—****. You cross your arms across your body, feeling like a thousand eyes are watching your shameful display.

You begin to slowly make your way up the river, hoping for any signs of your outfit. You only walk a few feet before you spot something out of the corner of your eye. You turn to face the forest, seeing your clothes strung about in a mess of thick spider webs spun amongst the trees.

“How did…?” you question aloud. You move towards your garments, seeing how deeply cobbled they are in the tacky webbing. Even your spear is tangled in the white strings.

You spot your knife still dangling from the belt of your shorts. You think that it wouldn’t be too hard to grab it and cut away the web, freeing your clothing. However, you still feel uneasy, like someone’s watching you.