James had dropped his stuff at home and gotten everything he would need minus the incense for the ritual. He also had food for the next few weeks which made things easier. Now he needed to figure out what he was going to do for the costume party later. He could easily do a World War Two soldier as he did have his old uniform intact. Or he could do a Viking warrior. He had the helm and some leather armour from a costume he did for a Renaissance Faire he and a couple of friends went to a few years back. He would have to do his offering before he went to the party though. 

As daylight dwindled, he gathered the meats, fruits and the mead and made to the altar. With the high fence he could be in his dragon form at ground level without being seen. Plus the altar he built was semi-enclosed, further obscuring his draconic form from view. He began the ritual as he placed the meat and fruits on top of some kindling in an iron bowl on the altar and the mead onto the ground in front of it. As he prayed he kneeled and emptied a portion of the mead into the dirt. Finishing his prayer he inhaled, and a soft glow formed in the back of his mouth. As he exhaled, that soft glow turned into a roaring fire that was aimed into the iron bowl. He breathed fire onto the offering three times to ensureit would continue to burn as he finished the ritual. As he gave his thanks, he placed his left hand on a sharp edge he built into the altar and made a one inch wide cut in it. His blue blood flowed from the would and he lifted it over the offering bowl with its smouldering contents and let his blood drip into it. He bowed his head to finish the ritual and stood up shifting back to his human form. From start to finish the ritual lasted about half an hour. 

Careful not to touch anything with his blood-soaked hand, he opened the door and made his way to the medicine cabinet and grabbed some gauze as well as a wrap to conceal the colour of his blood. He got dressed up in studded leather armour and his Viking helmet with some leather breeches, and almost walked out the door before remembering his bracers and heading back into his workshop to grab them and tie them to his forearm. He’d leave his forge hammer at home, nor would he bring the round shield he made; that would just be excessive. As he walked down the street he held the helmet in his hand by the eyeholes.