The problem was that we were short on horses and couldn't put together a wagon train, so I'd even considered sending Anton to Feuzen to bring wagons back. That's when a cantonal official approached, looking to do business.
"You need horses, don't you? I'll sell them at a good price. Hahaha."
"Don't need them. I'm sending Anton to haul wagons in from Feuzen."
"Haul them in yourself? B-but wouldn't that take far too long?"
"Even if it takes forever, I'm not buying from you bastards who deliberately sat around waiting."
Nine times out of ten, these men showing up exactly when I needed horses meant they had been timing their sale. Cantonal bureaucrat cunning, no doubt. They must have heard the rumors and known I needed horses.
With all that commotion, there was no way they hadn't.
