Osmund just looked at his nail and rolled his eyes when the stupid girl called the waste of bird and actual member of the circus. "Pffff....balderdash. That stupid bird couldn't do anything. It was just a bird! Just like you can't....Ah....nevermind." Osmund then gripped his staff tighter when she told him none of them would work since they weren't scared of death. "Oh...you aren't? None of them aren't? I don't care if you are or not....I'll make sure you'll get tortured for not performing...in the most painful way...and the starve for souls will keep you working...Just remember my words...if you don't work...you'll lose another friend of yours..." Osmund said. He was sure she had gotten the message, Mortimer was the next in line.