Urisk looked around the house, deciding what he should take with him. His nose curled at the smell in the house as what was left of the imp began to rot right there by the doorway, the rotten egg smell of the sulphur still strong as well. A cabinet door creaked quietly as he opened it, looking inside at the collection of herbs contained in small fabric pouches. He took out the pouches containing Belladonna, Spanish Moss, Ember Moss, Glintweed, ground Water Artichoke, and ground Mandrake root, then placed them on the table in the corner of the room. Walking over to another area of his home, he picked up three effigy dolls he had made earlier that month, sticking the bone needles used to make them inside of them. He walked back and set them on the table as well, then walked over to another cabinet. Opening it, he retrieved two small taglock kits, a small needle paired with an enchanted bottle that kept fresh collected blood indefinitely. The bottles were thick glass, and no bigger than his thumb, so they fit easily into one of the pockets on the inside of his cloak. He found a thick string in a drawer of various miscellaneous items, tying it around the neck of each of the herb pouches. He tied it into a loop afterward, wearing it over one shoulder diagonally across his torso underneath his cloak. Finally he walked over to a case on a bookshelf, carefully taking it down from the top shelf and setting it on the table. Inside was an ornate silver knife with a jet black handle, a pentagram inlaid to the base of the blade in gold. It was a consecrated knife called an athame, used in rituals and for taking certain ingredients. Taking the sheath out of the case with it, he strapped it around his waist, the the hilt of the knife at his left hip. 

Urisk walked back out to his garden, ready to depart to wherever fate may take him. Retrieving a piece of golden chalk and a purple Otherwhere chalk from another pocket in his cloak, he set to work. He drew a heart glyph the same as the one at the center of the imprisonment spell with the golden chalk, drawing the circle right on top of the altar. He began drawing the other glyphs carefully in the purple chalk, preparing a ritual to search for waystones for the next ritual. After finishing he began a quiet chant, speaking quickly but clearly with a deliberate tone of voice.

"Adiuvare quaerit quod quaerimus, quid opus est in hoc tempore, ad auxilium mii. Id unum quaerit ut subinde ut mergit. Propterea, scuta fac sedibus, et nunc ostendisti mihi quae quaeritur."

With a slight glow, several points of light began to glow within the circle, the locations of the waystones on an invisible map, one only seen in his head. Something else set off a slight glow close to the area of one of the waystones as well, giving off a small point of red light. He gave it an odd look, it wasn't something he had been dousing for, so what was it? Did it have some connection to the demons? He wanted to know, so he locked that location in his mind for the next ritual, focusing on that waystone. 

Drawing another circle of glyphs with the purple chalk, he began chanting again. He finished writing the symbols and walked over to a belladonna plant, plucking a flower from it. He retrieved the athame from its sheath, placing it in the middle of the circle, right over the golden heart glyph. He placed the flower on the blade of the athame, putting his hand over that. He resumed chanting once again, focusing on the Rite of Transposition he was performing. 

"O di, precor, et celeritate praesidium tibi iter, ad potestatem amet iunxit. Hoc flos natura tibi munera nostra. Sacro cultello incide per spatium tempusque. Hac oratione auxilium abs te. Ut sic esse volumus, quod patitur tuam."

Picking up the sacred knife, he traced a line in the air above the altar, from as high up as he could reach down to the surface of the stone structure. Closing his eyes, there was a bright glow of purple light as he was transported through space to the waystone. The sudden change of ground and position threw him off balance, causing him to stumble as his feet touched the ground, nearly falling down. For a moment, he was incredibly dizzy, but once he had regained his balance, he sheathed the knife and looked around. The waystone he had been transported to was buried halfway in the ground, looking simply like a large boulder, however he knew that the symbols marking it were just hidden under the earth. He saw a road, and walking towards it, looked up at the sun's position for a moment, making sure he was going the correct direction. He was walking straight toward where the red light he had doused out. Finding it would hopefully satiate his curiosity, although he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know. He certainly didn't have the element of stealth or surprise if it had been a demon, as that display of witchcraft would have certainly attracted its attention. His mere presence to a demon would just scream that he was a witch after performing a rite like that.