<em>Bring us the demon, bring us the fiend, we will give you your next task after we read the monster's interiors</em>the voices kept saying in Fyroneus' mind, as he was walking towards the gates of Lindos. He wasn't feeling to good when he was in towns and cities but since the voices told him to bring the carcass, he had no choise. Necromatos was sitting under a tree outside the gates and waited patiently for his friend. Fyroneus was holding the bloody cat carcass on his right hand, dripping behind him the blood of the poor creature as he approached the gates. In his other hand his spear was used as a walking stick purpose and his sword was sheathed on his right side. His black straight hair were falling in front of his face, giving him a grotesque figure as his eyes were staring in front of him in a tranced gaze. Good thing it was night and the moonlight was the only light, something that made the dead feline body, not clearly shown to the others as his steps became more steady towards the city.