He leans back quickly as the dagger comes out and puts his free hand on his chin to consider. He looks around at the little piles of stones around the crossroads. It had taken him literally hours to find stones within the right size and shape to suit his purposes, and even longer to march off to the woods to get sticks for making the victim proxies, and his window for the ritual was rapidly closing and the stars wouldn't be in the proper alignment for another sixteen years.

On the other hand there was an adventurer here and she'd probably do something to stop Yubar the Eightfold Terror from taking his place as sovereign ruler of the eight corners of existence. He had personally seen what happened to the people that screw up performing this ritual even slightly. Well, the aftermath. He'd been in the bathroom. There was really no point in taking chances, was there? Besides which, something might happen to this person if they trumped off all alone into an undead filled ruin all alone and that would just eat at his Conscience.

"Yeah, no, undead, I could probably do something about those." He said, walking over to one of the stone piles and kicking it over. There was a feeling like space being snapped liked an elastic waistband as magic was released from the circle, every rock tower spilling over along with it.

He picked back up his shovel, spun it once, a laid it on his shoulder. The end of the world could wait for sixteen years, right now it was time for high adventure. It wasn't every day, after all, that someone wanted to include him in anything. "So, meeting up with anyone before heading dungeon delving?" He asked.