Having established himself at the village square, situated by the driver’s seat of his carriage, Sora set off Felicia to mingle with the gathering crowd – going on all fours as if like a cat and start acting all cutesy, nyahhing and purring and rubbing herself on the legs of the nearby folks – while preparing to address them, and ready with a couple of tricks at his sleeves.<br/><br/>“Aww, look at her.  Ain’t she so adorable?”<br/><br/>“Mommy, can I pet the cute kitty?”<br/><br/>Were a few of the encouraging words a few of the villagers gave to Felicia’s antics towards them, but one - an overprotective father -  rushed to her little daughter’s side and pulled her away when the anthro catgirl neared her and was about to pet Felicia.<br/><br/>“Stay away from my little girl, you freak!”<br/><br/>Felicia took on a hurt look over the concerned father’s harsh words directed at her, turning to Sora for guidance and solace, but whether he heard it and took offense he did not show it as he was about to speak to the villagers present.<br/><br/>When Sora inquired for the presence of the mayor of the place after his fiery introduction, which garnered him awed “oohhs and aahhs” from his spectators, a squarish-headed, middle-aged man parted from the crowd and presented himself before the wily anthro cat sorcerer.<br/><br/>“My name is Oswald.  I am the Mayor of Seveia.  We have a small trading post right over there,” he directed Sora at a nearby one-story building with a sign depicting a balancing scale.  “It has a common bunking area for the occasional travelers that pass by our sleepy village.  You’ll find its accommodations quite satisfactory. “<br/>