The show was for the most important person in the roof of course. Himself.

"Ah! I see!" Gaston took a mighty quaff of his ale, and yet somehow remained completely dry even with it splashing about. He finished it off and slammed it down onto the bar with a loud thud.

"Normally I prefer to keep trophies, but if you're in the market for furs I suppose I could sell some to you. What sort are you looking for?" Truth be told, he could use the money to buy a stronger spear. The one he was given on his arrival was far too weak.