The large catfolk pulled off of her, stretching, his back popping a bit and purring. "I think my work in this village is done." He put back on that dark brown loin clothe and left the booth, the scent of kitty sex flooding out from the booth as he more or less strutted up the stairs towards his room, proud that he had bred the other hot little adventurer oh so good. He was humming to himself as he did so, licking himself clean before donning his armor, gathering up his things and getting ready to journey south.<br/><br/>He said good by to his conquests whom he would be leaving behind, and to the friends he had made during his time here. Then the well satisfied catfolk padded down to the dock to board a vessel south where his destiny awaited, perhaps never to be seen again? Who knew; only time would be able to tell what grand and naughty adventures the black jaguar man would find in the wide world.