Staying in this town would be suicide. You bolt from the tavern and down the main street, trying to avoid the attention of the naga as they capture the townspeople and burn the village to the ground. Just as you reach the village limits, you here a strange WOOSHing sound from behind.
A net, doubtlessly thrown from a naga that spotted you, wraps around your legs and brings you to the ground. You hit your head hard, and the world starts to fade. Your last sight before you go unconious is that of the naga, slithering your way.
