"You see? Belle and Master have gotten along splendidly! Surely at this pace the curse may be broken in a few weeks!" Jaques had explained to the others what he had witnessed, but, even with how excited he was, the others weren't as sure of things. One of the women, currently suckling a child, commented, "Jaques, we all appreciate your optimism, but... knowing Master Erik, it might not last." Jaques stared, "What do you mean?"<br/><br/>Another one of the servants, a man this time, spoke up, "Jaques, we've been around much longer than you have. Regardless of how close you've gotten, do you really think it will work? Master is easily angered, you know that, and the girl might do something to tick him off. You shouldn't ride your hopes on her." Jaques released a flabbergasted sigh, throwing his hands down, "Fine! If you want to mope about and pretend we don't have a chance, fine by me!"<br/><br/>----------------------------------<br/><br/>Gerard couldn't believe it. They were listening to him? Believing him? "Oh thank you Gaston! Thank you!" He breathed excitedly, the poor man. It was unfortunate that he was somewhat believing in others' good will, which these men clearly did not have. He followed swiftly along with a small congregation of men out to Gaston's large hunting cabin, and then into the woods to find the Beast.<br/><br/>"It should be around here.... perhaps if we make a lot of noise..." Gerard looked around, trying to find pawprints in the foot deep snow, while the other men were muttering things to themselves.<br/><br/>"Man, no wonder Belle is like how she is."<br/><br/>"Yeah, I can see which side of the family she gets it from"<br/><br/>Gerard looked annoyed: where was the creature that had so swiftly attacked him the other day? Surely this fair sized crowd wouldn't go unnoticed by the beast! "Well Gerard, where is it?" One of the men sneered. Gerard turned to look at them, still looking distressed, but now for another reason.