Sonam eyed the old man for a few moments, determining if she could trust him. Even after seeing the man that came in behind her hand his over easily, she was still somewhat reluctant when she passed her own coin over. Something about this old man wasn't quite as it seemed, she felt. Never the less, she followed behind the two men down the stairs and into the passage. Her nose wrinkled. She still couldn't get comfortable or really used to being underground. She hated it. It was crowded and the air always felt stagnant and stale. She did her best to draw in a steady breath and calm her disgust with being underground as they were lead into a room decorated with magnificent dragons in every way.

She did not move the crossed Dao from her back, nor remove the belt of pouches from her hips when she sat down in the indicated seat. She sniffed gingerly at the tea, before deciding against drinking any. Until she was positive everything was not a set up, she would not let down her guard. As others were lead in, she opted to, instead meditatively stir the liquid in the decorative cup before her with small air currents.