Fyroneus placed the body on the altar, not giving much attention to the condition of the corpse or any other distraction. Calmly enough he walked to the crate and took the knife in his hands, giving it some inspection before walking in front of the altar again. Bringing memories back in his mind, from when he was a child and lived in the Necromanteion of Ephyra, right over the river Acheron, he turned around and saw the newly arrived priestess. Bowing deeply in respect towards the woman, he kneeled and produced the knife with his both hands, asking for the blessing of the goddess through the priestess. He couldn't wait to fullfill his task, the one that the Gods asked him to do, well the Gods in his mind.