Shiloh lifts her hands to steady them, though her wild-eyed distracted fear still be present, these halflings are outside her circle of fear.  She need only focus now, and not give credence to the creeping shadows beyond... "The Calastians destroyed some I hold very dear," she says in a level voice. The words had barely left her mouth but she regretted them-- no, they were no lies.  She had sworn never again to lie or use words to deceive, nor to tell half-truths that approximated as much.  "But vengeance is for the sickened and weak, and will wright no change in this world."<br/><br/>She levels her eyes-- the faint tattoos around and the fury within them make the alien prettiness something savage and terrible, like a savage tribe's ceremonial mask.  She speaks softly, through gritted teeth, and barely moves her lips.  To speak the truth here and thus risk harm to the halflings is unacceptable, so she is careful not to be overheard or lip-read.  "I mean not to deceive you.  It would be to my advantage, perhaps, to do so, but I will not... no matter my personal feelings on the matter."  She leans back.  "I too seek the bat.  I will offer my aid to your cause, at a later date, in exchange for arranged meeting with him."