The heavy wooden front of Edna's boarding house pushes open the first streak of grey predawn light just starting to pass through the stained glass windows as the giant staggers his way in one great hand failing to suppress a mighty yawn. Another night that had kept him up and out and busy. Sufficiently tired that he fails to notice the chap in a construction high vis heading out, well until the guy nearly jumps a mile at the return of his landlord. The ashen king is used to frightful reaction from his tenants, people on the street, just about most anyone really but this was ... excessive. The guy was already past him and out the door when the ogre could have sworn he heard some high pitched muttering about dam spiders and the need for pest control. Seems that one had a rather unfortunate start to his day, the ogres wide and toothy grin is split by another yawn however as his own bed and not exactly restful sleep calls. And so up the creaking stairs his heavy foot falls go.

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Unexpectedly the power had gone out at some point during the night which was a pain, oh he knew plenty of people who could get that fixed up but none of them had been willing to come out in the storm, not without some incentive and well he had no real problems with the dark himself, a couple of candles, real genuine ones, did the tick and got him though still morning. And with it a knock on his door, the one eyed man all a lather and bleating about needing to find a better optician or eye surgeon or the like and wandering if the well connected giant might know anyone. The taste coming off the man was palpable. With a nasty grin and a heavy hand on his shoulder the man is directed out with assurance he would look into it, but not to hold his breath. A response that did the fretful man's state of being no favors at all.

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It was once again late, or early, he would need to check the time to know which exactly as the giant is organizing a binder of receipts and invoices to send of to his financial advisors, running a business was not as simple as he might have expected. When the scream of someone freshly woken from nightmare rips through the building. A dark chuckle elicits from the throat of the ogre at the sound, with most of the rooms empty there was only a handful of people it could be and any one of them could do wit ha little fright.

Which was what had been happening the atmosphere within the Witch house had subtly shifted the residents were experiencing more fear. Not just jump scares and fake cobwebs but real impactful and lasting fear. It was a very good turn of events. He would need to check if his new courtier was the cause and if so work out a little something for a job well done.