The elf had already emerged from a portal of his design outside of the House's grounds, far enough as not to spook the wards that he had heard were....impressive, to say the least. He picked up his dress a bit as he strolled up to the large gates. What he could see of the estate was somewhat intimidating to him, but then again he made himself at home in more cozy abodes. That wouldn't stop him, though, from making a visit to Kitty. He processed all the possibilities of Kitty's condition through his mind, but he found it hard to assume the worst, because, to his recollection, he had never seen a poisoned Kitty before.

He put a porcelained hand to the gate and lightly rasped his knuckles on the bars.