Kron opens the ritual kit and prepares a recording device so there will be a record of anything the subject may say. He turns on a Sony player and an enchanting Viennese melody, played with precision on a harpsichord, fills the room. Kron then begins lightning pots of incense. The incense has little significance, as Yoi expects he will have no need of conjuring elementals. The incense, like the pleasant-tasting oolong tea, like the music, merely aids him in becoming centered. Focused.