It's like Santa. He knows when you've been pullin' your weight, somehow.

Far as I know? Doin' stuff that protects our side, makes it easier for us to stand a chance at winnin' this thing, clearing territory... those'll put ya in Ozzy's good graces pretty fast.

[ Heck, once, the only thing they could do to survive was sing at a giant amalgam of shadows, and he's pretty sure everyone who participated in singing for their lives ended up having a favor owed them in return. ]

But say you really need something, like medicine? You can ask Ozzy to get it for you and he'll give you somethin' he needs done in return.