Michael Kohlhaas was walking to his stables. He had around 20 horses right now at the moment, and his Servant César looked after them all, his black horse was in a different stable, he had a variety of black, white, speckled gray horses, and a black and white colt for his daughter, and a few brown horses as well, after all he was a horse trader, he might be a poor peasant but he has a good business going,

"wunderschöne Pferde." He spoke, his German accent thick.