"Offering a helping hand is always, always a god start. This little Freehold is beset by many problems, so there is much opportunity for you there."
Anatole tilted his head at the mention of a diner.
"I like it. It will be a long term goal, for sure - you need to establish yourself first. A meeting place, with food and drink, sounds like something the whole Freehold needs. At present, everything is bound up in Funderland. While the theme park is pleasant enough, it would be very nice to get away from its shadow sometimes. I think you are on to something there. Keep it here..."
Anatole tapped his temple.
"And wait til you are ready and established. Then you'll have the respect and the resources to make it work."
He smiled again, his mouth disappearing in his effusive curls but shaping the contours of his face.
"Comfort and Fear. Yes. I think we have an agreement there. The true test is knowing when to switch between the two. And that is something I am certain will supply many conversations between us, in time."
Anatole had always preferred the comfort and the restful harvest, yet he could not ignore the surprised looks and the inspired terror from the other Freehold Lost when he issued his challenge to Iron Meg. Nor could he ignore the looks from those who had taken the Ogre down when he lured her out - and taken her punishing, bone shattering blows.