Ren wouldn't usually do this, but it was now a matter she took rather personally. Hearing about the ladies of the Scathachain Sanctuary put hope in her determination. Golden tendrils spiraled down her shoulders as she stood there. Black skin tight top hugged at her torso as black jeans rushed down from her hips and over her boots. A hat on her head bluntly put had the title 'Wolf Security' and a badge was over her left breast. Turning in a circle on her heels she gave the area a quick look over before she turned back to face the direction her feet were carrying her.

Taking a deep breath she stopped in plane view as her twilight hues bounced to and fro. Voice was soft and strong at the same time as she called out," Hello, is anyone there? I need some help." Now she felt like an idiot for calling out but this was important and time wasn't on her side.

Gasping at the sudden cold breath of winter she pushed in through the cold and through the arch way of the door. Brushing blonde locks from her face those hues of night scanned the area calmly. Swallowing her head turned to the kind woman who had let her in. Ren stood strong and proud in such a honorable presence that seemed to flow from the double bladed woman. Bowing her head softly she whispered," I am sorry... I wouldn't have come if it wasn't something that troubled me so."

Hues lifted back to the woman as she stood there. Silent as the cold of winter seemed to still cling to her bones. Brushing it aside she stayed calm and poised as training had taught her so long ago. Still the time on her side was fading, even though she wanted to rush she knew, Ren knew, that the only way to take this issue was slow.

Like a great protector from the ills of the world, the heavy front door shut against the wind. Isuelt turned to look more closely at their visitor, and spied Diana as well. She smiled gently to both women.

"Perhaps some tea would do us all good?" there was something about the hearth, the kitchen; the center of a home, a place to find comfort. Their guest may have an easier time unleasing her burden in the warmth of a kitchen.

Isuelt started down the hall, beckoning for the two women to follow her. A kettle was always waiting, just as the Daughters of Scathach were, to help in any way possible.

Isuelt had listened to the woman's situation as she hovered near the always ready kettle, periodically glancing toward Eddie. All the talk of "him" prompted an unvoiced question. As she set a mug of chamomile down before the visitor, its sweet steam wafting up to do its best to console, Isuelt sat down opposite the woman with two more mugs, one for Eddie and one for herself.

"Before we go any further, why don't you tell us your name and the name of this friend of yours who is in trouble. Is he in trouble with the local authorities? I'm just asking because we are another faction of ... well, the authorities. If there is someone who is unjustly harming you or this friend of yours, please be frank and we will do our best to aid you. But we must start at the beginning, yes?" A seldom-seen warmth came into her features. While Isuelt was most often gruff and blunt, it was times like this that she embodied the spirit of comforting vindication.

So, Ren had come here had she now? Bob knew just about everything that happened in this city of his. Through his own powers and networks of of spies feeding him constant information. Tracking her down was not a difficult task.

Although there was no actual proof she was here, Bob had been meaning to stop by the place and check it out anyway. There he was standing there in the dark of the night. His clothing blended with the shadows of the night and there was no animal close enough to him to give him away. Infact it would have been the silence if anything that would give him up would be the lack of ambient noises around him.

"Why did you come to this place Ren, if indeed you are here what has gotten you in such a fear driven path? All I wanted you to do, was to just die. Was that not so hard of a request to give into, even for me? Look at what your life has become, endless drama and useless family members who only exist to feed off of your weak state of mind." He said to himself, and would be talking to her if she would have been listening, but she never listened. Starting now would be no execption.

To the front door he marched, the wards of this place were special indeed he had heard of them from others. Perhaps he wanted to challenge the Goddess to a test of strength, if the wards were indeed divine in nature. And he did just that. One hand reached out for the doorway and his evil nature was sensed by what ever force protected the building.

Tendrils of electric sparking power of an unknown origin instantly leapt from where he almost made contact. The night was lit up like a war zone and that energy was not going to let him inside the precious buiding. The wards did sting a little bit and Bob winced underneath those sunglasses of his, so nobody saw it.

It was more than enough to discover just where the Goddess stood, if she indeed, existed at all. So he took one step back as he withdrew his hand. Silence ruled the night once more. "Alright, so they are powerful enough to be considered worthy, not bad, Goddess. If you ever want to have a drink sometime, look me up. It's on me this time. Perhaps we can make a deal of somekind." Bob turned as he said those words and walked away into the darkness once more, confident that the Goddess would not look him up, but at least then he would know exactly where she stood in the scheme of things.

Then he was gone, if Ren was not here, perhaps he could catch her at home.