Sighing in a resigned sort of manner Nótt thinks 'yeah, this is so not the good start to our first mission I'd hoped for'. Looking around rather hopelessly he gives up slightly. "Right" he mumbles to himself, "brute force approach it is then".
He stops and closes his eyes, trying to be calm enough to make this work. He can remember his mentor doing this all the time when he needed to find the car keys or whatever he'd misplaced at the time, but this would be the first time he Nótt tried it without a Grimoire to guide him.
In his mind's eye he imagines the strands of the spinner-norn Verdhandi stretching out in front of him, each thread unique and distinct. He imagines himself following her tapestry-pattern, letting her hand guide him. Mumbling the ancient words of the ancestors in a low voice he grasps his medallion, focusing his Will.
Spellcasting
Once the energies have been laid to rest in the correct imago he opens his eyes and begins moving around the room again, this time in a much more haphazard and unstructured way, doing shallow sweeps rather than the methodical search he did before.