His Mentor's teachings kept racing through the crescent's mind as Nathaniel sought a solution. As an Ithaeur, Rituals seemed to come naturally- something about their methodology and construction just resonated...Of course that didn't make learning the more advanced Rites a simple walk in the park.

He needed to bind the spirit leading the Pure- the Rite in question was commonplace, and he'd likely seen his Mentor perform their own variant several times; now it was simply a matter of repetition to get it right. The Circle had to be perfect. The symbols had to be perfect. First sketching to recreate them, then tedious hours and plenty of chalk until it seemed exact. But even then, it might not be enough.

Spirits could escape, especially with the Pure assisting them, and so a more permanent solution was needed. A visitor that had overseen some of his training had spoken about an entire lodge that trapped malicious spirits in Fetishes before locking them away for good- in secure spaces around the world, their locations unknown to most. Given what Nathaniel knew so far, trapping the spirit might be the only secure option. And if he could somehow make contact with the lodge... Maybe they would take it off his hands.

So, that rite was practiced. Using the circles he'd made, with random bits of junk in the center to serve as fake vessels and crumpled up leaves burned to represent chiminage. Hours of practice chanting in the spirit tongue- as depending on the spirit's strength it might very well take that long. And then hours more that started bleeding into days of work- napping when necessary and continuing upon waking. Repetition repetition repetition repetition, again and again and again, bind and bind, until finally complete.

Nathaniel fell asleep content. It would work, he was sure of that. It had to. Now all he needed was a suitable object to serve as it's permanent prison.