"..." He hadn't even been aware of the scroll, but now that he looked around, Oswald found the parchment the other referred to. Raising a claw, he pawed at it, rolling it back towards him just enough to look at it. He didn't understand how this was meant to speak with others here... or why he should bother attempting that. Still, that meant this world had some sort of magic.

Eyes back on the quadrupedal animal, he felt himself frown, but didn't know if it was expressed. If the others were so timid, he probably shouldn't be around them. Relaxing wasn't entirely something he was able to do; not with his own curse back.

"... Is it necessary for one to reside in this... Ponyville?"