Arriving at the horse fair, Ambrose finds its manager before him.
- Noli Bagmanis, my lord. - He introduced himself, not bothering to get rid of his cigar. - My apologies, yesterday's alcohol hit my head harder than I expected. I don't even remember what color the underwear of yesterday's woman was. Red? Or was it just my blood vessels bursting in my eyes from unrestrained merriment? I don't re-mem-ber anything. Ah, forgive me, what business do you have? The townsfolk have already taken almost all of our steeds. You see, in light of the recent news, many have rushed to get as far away from the city as possible. But a bit of livestock still remains, for the connoisseur.