Santa was taken aback for a moment and then burst into laughter, spewing out flames of various colors from his mouth. He pointed his Fire Staff at Owen Bertram and said, "You're an interesting youngster. What you said makes sense."
"Alright, come on up. This old husband will take you to meet my lord, and then you will understand," said Santa.
Santa stomped his foot, and a narrow staircase appeared on the cliffside. "Be bold and come up. With me here, these Spirit Fires won't harm you."
Owen Bertram replied, "With predecessor present, I won't harm these Spirit Fires either." Santa had nothing to say in response, as Owen had chatted away incessantly, not giving any chance for the predecessor to show off.
Owen Bertram climbed the cliff unharmed. As Winston and Oliver Archibald were about to follow, Santa's expression changed and he shouted, "Do you want to die?"
"Get down!"
"The two of you are not qualified to meet my lord!"
