Tanya's purple eyes narrowed as they laid upon the man who approached. For, as a Paladin of Reon, it was an easy task for her to recognize him for what he was. Undead. A vampire. While her distaste was nigh-immediately visible, it was somewhat countered by a logical assumption to be made about the man. If he was so brazenly approaching a Paladin of Reon, it was unlikely he was a wicked undead who sought only evil and death. No, it could only be assumed that he truly desired to join in on the venture into the deepest pit of the Prison-Castle. In spite of this, she was still quick to tug her hand away when he kissed it.

"I know what you are, undead," she said, crossing her arms across her chest. "... But a true Paladin only slays the wicked members of your kind. Anything else is merely a murderer, seeking to spill blood for the sake of it. But that doesn't mean I have to like it! Just because I'll accept your help doesn't meant you're my friend, okay?!"

The outburst seemed rather ridiculous, especially with how relatively calm Tanya had been before it. However, she was simply eager to make her feelings abundantly clear on the matter. At least the previous man seemed quite alive and easy to accepted. But before Tanya could continue, she heard a tiny voice cry 'Purple!' and then discomfort on the back of her head. It felt like someone was tugging on one of her hairs! Swiftly, the small, purple-haired paladin turned, her boots clacking on the bench, only to realize by the thrumming of wings that the perpetrator had moved around in front of her. She turned completely around once more to come face-to-face with the mischief-maker.

A fairy.

Oh, Tanya had dealings with fairies before. Once a rather mischevious group of them had managed to remove her skirt... and the underwear beneath it... and spirited them away into a tree. The embarrassment and anger was still rather fresh in Tanya's mind even though it wasn't a recent event. Still, a fairy could be helpful... "You can look at my hair if you want... but don't just go tugging on it like that!"

Okay, so it was a bit nice to have her hair noticed like that... but still!

"And it's the Prison-Castle of the Mad Kind Haldric. With how long your kind lives I'm surprised you don't know of it already," Tanya began, "What are you skills exactly? ... That's a question to all of your. If you're coming on this venture, I'd like to know what you can do if you haven't said so already."