Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

The Socialite observed the paper and came to the realization that he'd already passed by many times. His zailing vessel was nearby, docked at a rather dingy section of the port. The use of stronger criminals in attaining it did throw off would-be thieves and looters, but it still sat there, awaiting the rare zee voyage.

Still, the Socialite folded the paper and put it in their pocket, giving a polite nod. "I shall venture to find it with haste."