Ossler regards the mercenary before him with a combination of uncertainty and distaste. He didn't like this 'ridding us of her' business.

"And how do we know that as you slit her throat she didn't lie to us?"

Eying her face showed him nothing, so he decided that this decision was not up to him.

"Very well. I'll show you to Lord Sheron. His Grace gave milord command. You can give your information to him; we'll see what he says."