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Nathaniel had left the scene, and the crowd, far behind in his search for the ship this intriguing crew had sailed into dock with. He was quick to notice the man named Atreus had shouted towards him with means to denounce the church. Foolish ignorance... It was apparent that Nathaniel had been mistaken for that of a local theism. His choice was to simply pass off the comment, as it did not apply to him anyhow. However the benefit of being able to pass as a normal man of the cloth is more than sufficient for his needs. Within a few short moments of espionage, the priest had learned the ship's name, location, a scant few of the crew's names, and the alleged organizer. As for their intent, there was rumor that one of the possessions was a map detailing an excursion to a long forgotten world. The speed of the news and the search for a hidden land were the red flags Nathaniel was hoping to find. It did not take him long to find the wooden, and through the cover of nightfall he was able to slip into a portcullis just shy of the sea level to gain entry into the cargo deck.

Nathaniel's robes had been stripped from his person and hauled behind him using flax bound to the seal skin leather used to keep his possessions dry. It was not a hefty load, consisting of only the set of robes, his signet ring, the sealed scroll now unbound, and three books. They each varied in size, the smallest being his private journal. The largest one titled Ordo Lunas Nox, and a ledger whose spine was laden with the words Compendium Geographica. These, his quarterstaff, and a small ration of food was his only personal items. Nothing else was granted him for this journey. Nathaniel made quick work to set up an area that would go unnoticed, surrounded by small crates and bags of flour. Once he was comfortably situated, prepared to wait out the time for the ship to make its next voyage, Nathaniel carefully unrolled the parchment that gave his search purpose.

The scroll given to him by the High Priest, sealed and forbidden to be broken until the salt of the ocean met the sand of shore, detailing his assignment. Written upon the single ancient papyrus were three instructional quotas consisting of the drawing of an unknown location, the name of a ship whose maiden voyage was set into motion by a man whose name once held merit among the endless waters.