The first one to approach, it seemed, was a dwarf. Tanya hardly had anything against dwarves. There were fine craftsmen, and though they did not look to the light of the sun or the light of the moon, the Church of Reon did not deny the existence of other deities. It was merely a fact that Reon and Mayon were the two most important, and for Tanya's sect Reon was the focus. No, no, her critical expression and general irritation was instead due to the expectation of something headache-inducingly idiotic to spill forth from his mouth. Tanya's hopes for the patrons in the bar were so impossibly low that if one of them fell down halfway to walking over to her it would have been a pleasant surprise, so his heavily-accented-yet-coherent question was nearly a shock. Tanya scooted back slightly in her seat and straightened. Indeed, she also noted the approach of an Elf, of some variation(Tanya didn't expect to see high elves around here but it wouldn't necessarily shock her either) rather close... and a huge man appearing ans inquiring into her intent as well.

And still others appeared. Serpentson? The name was somewhat familiar to Tanya. That... dark land, she though. Perhaps nobility from that country? She wasn't certain. Velt conducted some diplomacy with them and to be truthful her knowledge ended there. He was rather young, and Tanya felt some reservations about bringing him along. However, if he possessed enough skill she would let him come along. He made it this far without any assistance, it seemed. Even if that was counteracted by his lackluster attempt to be impressive. Tanya forced herself not to make a scathing comment. As much as she wanted to, it didn't seem like the best idea.

The approach of... of... surprise was the first emotion rising within her at the sight of the immensely tall women. Not only was she a foreigner, from the distant east it seemed... but she was so tall! ... Jealous rose in the small paladin's heart, and she had to force her annoyance down within herself. No, she had to at least introduce these people to the intended mission before insulting them...

... And then some idiot approached and spoke to her in Elvish as if he expected her to understand. Tanya stared blankly at him for a few moments, a long enough delay in her explanation for the earlier Elf to strike up a tune and give his own introduction to the Prison-Castle. At least he seemed to notice her determination.

"... Yes," Tanya's tone was sharp and short. "Yes, that would be the place. Now, before this idiot starts rambling in a language I can't understand again..."

The small girl gave a short gesture to the high elf who had approached her, before nodding towards the elf with the mandolin. "The bard is right. I'm not going down there for something like treasure, so beyond what I can give back to the Church I don't have any interest in it. The rest is free to whoever accompanies me on this venture. And I'm not some fool who goes into dangerous places for the thrill of it."

The paladin rose to her feet. "I wish to reach the lowest chamber of the Prison-Castle. Down there's something dark that does not sleep. There is a reason the dead do not rest in that pit. As for what I'll do when I get there, I'll carry about my duty as a Paladin of Reon. I'll kill it and whatever evil it sends to stop me. After that's done, whatever treasure beyond a small portion I'm claiming for the Church is to be divided among yourselves if you choose to come with me."

Tanya had only passing interest in the treasure. Sure enough, money was useful, but her family was nobility and had it in no small amount. This was a mission for the Church, and she would see it finished.