He wasn’t overly too sure how appreciative she would be with the time of the evening, but it wouldn’t be the first time he showed up unannounced. Considering the night and what had been occurring, he personally didn’t think she would be surprised to see someone on her door step. After brushing off the thought of Tane taking up too much time for their job; Dante had to chuckle at the concern. He doubted the detective would take up too much time anyways, not to mention he really didn’t know how fast all would go anyways. So, time honestly wasn’t a heavy factor for that of himself. It could possibly be for Zeid but again, the kid had already gone ten some years without his mother; he really had no place to complain. Leading the way into the quieter scene of Kasuto, a bit out of the way from the general market and tucked neatly in a line with the other squat stout homes, the yard was fenced off keeping the trimmed yard contained. A lantern had been hung overtop the red door; and the curtains drawn shut on the only front window of the house. The roof’s hatching was noticeably in need of repair but clearly not bad enough to warrant its repair right now. Neatly tucked between two other similarly shaped and styled homes; Dante turned as he pressed a hand to the fence’s gate; pushing it open and allowing Tane to step in first. He’d hold the door open longer if necessary before following up behind and taking the lead with a long stretch of legs. “Should only be that of a moment.” He’d state as if he knew what he was talking about. Balling up a fist in vain attempt to knock, he’d pause just before touching the red grain of the door. Thinking momentarily, hands open to grab the knob instead giving it a stern twist and push forcing the door to open with a creak. “Hey!” Dante barked inside being suddenly assaulted by the scent of cinnamon and the appearance of a worn-out carpet. There was a single pair of shoes on the side neatly arranged and gloves laid over top of them. Rustling within the kitchen – he assumed- could be heard as Dante sidestepped again allowing entrance to those who were with him. “Venessa, you here?” “Depends-” Softly the voice retorted, its tone quiet and almost meek though the petite woman came around the corner of the thin staircase that sat just before the entrance of the house. The white of her hair cascaded down in waterfall curls as she was dressed in a plain purple sundress; her shoulders covered by a black halfback sweater, her lips were pursed into a deep red lipstick pout. A common appearance with that of the woman. Her sheikahn red eyes giving him a firm size up before drifting and losing their hostile hold. “You must need something then to be here.” “This is Tane; all the medics at the grounds are currently attending to another fighter downed in the ring. So,” Her ruby lips pressed again before looking up at Tane decidedly ignoring Dante for the moment. “Well… I can see what I can do.” She’d lace her fingers around her hips, “I am Venessa Stormward; I am sure my brother did not mention that in your travels over here. But we won’t let him sour the moment; I am happy to help in anyway I can. What ails you?” Despite her nonimpressive height of five three; the eldest stormward is clearly the sort who can command respect even with the softness of her voice.