Fyroneus approached the altar but stopped in front of it, looking at the corpse he was still holding, "Ok this is it." he said and approached closer, "I wish the gods could tell me what to do know, just offer it since it's dead already or should i rip it's guts out? With my knife, or the sacrificial? Where is the sacrificial knife?" he asked one of the priestesses, as he turned and looked around." His body almost spasming and sweating from the excitement, Fyroneus couldn't help not having a wide grin on his face, his black hair covered his face, giving him a grotesque but again a dark beauty. His dirty hands were closed in firsts as he was standing in front of the altar.