Back at the castle, Mother Gothel was sitting on her throne. She waved her hand while scowling at a fat man, and she said, "Take her far into the forest. Find some secluded glade where she can pick wildflowers." "Yes, Your Majesty." said the fat man, glaring at Mother Gothel before bowing before her and smiling sarcastically. He is a portly, short, fat, completely bald man with big ears and white sideburns and wears a crimson waistcoat, cream gloves, a matching shirt, and spats on black shoes, a matching derby, tailcoat, and pants. His name is Lawrence, the huntsman. "Will you take me there?"