You make camp along a sparse tree line that is 100 yards away from the town wall, within a small indent in the ground and using your druidic talents to make it secure and sneaky. Huddling down to enjoy yourself and how Lisa should have had awoken by now with the feeling of a destroyed locked pussy and being impregnated, smirking to yourself while waiting. The night grows long and sickly as you watch the gate and the lone watch woman, aching to know how her cunt feels and turning her into a proper kitty to be filled with litters. In any case, it gets well beyond midnight before the gate actually opens and out comes a lone rider. Why such a rider is leaving this early is unknown, as you can clearly tell that it is a girl in a leather jerkin and carrying a leather pouch. Yelling back at someone in the village before kicking her horse into a short trot to get along the northern road to destinations unknown.