Billy sets down on a large rock, his thick cock swinging freely between his legs and he strokes his chin.  "You can leave the gems right over there," he says pointing to the ground near Leanna, "If you don't want to come close enough to share."<br/><br/>His grin, a little calmer but still salacious says more than enough what he means by sharing.  But the goat man continues, "Yonder north, up this river, the town of Kleine does lay.  To humans like you, they can be kind, but for services of theirs you will have to pay.  They trade away fresh food and black smithed goods to those what look like them, but not for free, no, they charge a premium price and covet every gem.  Now to the south along this rivers flow lays a farm of beast men that I do know.  But they aren't violent for the most part, and many could be called quite kind of heart.  For a bit of work, they might feed you well, and let you share a bed with them, if you'll make their cocks swell.  They will trade food for work, and shelter for some ass,  good wholesome people those farmers, even tho they are of low class.  An old owl lives in the forests near there too, a wise old bird who might grant you a clue.  But even he, and the other old of this land, feel the erotic taint and may grow tired of constantly fucking their hand."<br/><br/>Billy's words made Leanna think of ancient Rathazul, and how even he had watched her lecherously with an erection as she had masturbated.<br/><br/>Billy finished his rhyme, "Other places and people of trust, I'm sure there are.  But common they are not, be they near or far.  My advice is to make friends whatever way you can, lest you find yourself being raped by a horny goat man!"<br/><br/>With that Billy lept up and danced about, but his dancing was getting noticeably closer to Leanna, his erect cock flopping wildly between his legs.  He was laughing and chortling as he came closer and closer, his eyes never leaving Leanna's body.