Like Jamil, she is surprised at the voice from the The glittering-shielded warrior opposite-- strange, that.  But what compensation can be made for a titan who cannot act on his own?  She knew brothers whose path to understanding led them to forsake speaking altogether... this is, clearly, not an admirable comparison.  Something about him seems wrong... Shiloh studies him for a moment and nods at his introduction.<br/><br/>Jamil seems something altogether different.  If he's a hunter, he may be their best place to start.  She waits for him to reveal more of himself like the moon in its phases.<br/><br/>When the barbarian speaks, Shiloh, aware of Weom's reputation, looks on passively.  She looks him over subtly as she drags a tendril of blond hair from her eyes that has escaped her ponytail.  It's as if in his size and scars that there should be some vast and long tale to read, like the study of a tome.  She thinks on this a moment as she surmises that, despite his years of wounds, he has not lost his mobility.  His confidence even seems to carry a hint of humility... as is right, she recognizes her ignorance, as he's not what she expected.<br/><br/>The masked servant, however, strikes her as a vain curiosity.   Why should the masked woman send a servant only to provide them contact with her, when one of her magic trinkets may do just the same..?  No, there is more at work here, and Shiloh stares into those mask eyes and thinks on what is beneath the surface.  So much unknown...<br/><br/>"Hunter," she says to Jamil, "where would you start?"<br/><br/>