He looks at her. Watching as the mouth didn't move from the fox yet the voice was there just the same. He looked at her. She might be getting irritated by him but he was already irritated by her. He frowns a bit and nodded his head. He could do better than that. He was a story teller for children at the library. Children were ones to start the belief system. Most adults believed in little to nothing. His best bet was to talk to children and get them to believe. He got up and left. Going to the children's library. He told them stories and mysteries and spun the tales in a way that inspired belief. Then he went to the orphanage and did the same thing. By the time he was done he had gotten over thirty kids believing in her. Far more than she asked for. He headed back up the mountains and sat outside her cave. Waiting.