Gaston smiled, and it wasn't one of sinister plotting. HERE was a man of good taste. The sort of man who kept hunters well fed for the hard work they did. Sure, meat was important, but furs were where the money was at.

"Sounds like a deal for me. Seeing as I'm one of this city's heroes, I'm going to have to dress the part. And the better equipped I am, the better I'll be able to bring you back rarer furs. Why I hear there are panthers here that can kill a man with a touch of their whiskers. Of course they won't be a match for Gaston!"