Agmundr was in a small clearing in front of his hut located in a thick forest. He had made a small campfire to chant and pray to the forest spirits.

He hummed and chanted quietly, saying runes and prayers with hushed, almost unconscious tone. He hit the small drum in his hand with a smooth stick while slowly skipping and stepping around the fire. The bone necklaces and wristbands clanked against each other, creating a rhytmical moment. His eyes were half closed under the ram skull mask, letting his mind connect with the spiritual realm.