Shiloh shakes her head to the fellows, watching the Hallowfaustians' departure.  "I know them not... but you are right. Their business must be gravely important."  She lifts her brow at the accidental pun, but opts not to elaborate.  Spying their contact, she sighs softly.  "Take care, friends.  I am grateful for all you have done, and will do.  I will see you again soon."  She again gives a curt bow before bidding them good parting in whatever fashion they prefer, be it handshakes or waves or a tipped, empty flagon.<br/><br/>Making a path for the door, Shiloh tips her head at Woem, Storm, and anyone else she can identify as an ally.  She makes eye contact-- eyes if they can be called as much-- with the masked one, but somehow shows little desire to linger in its company.  She steps out the door to wait in the street, automatically looking around and listening keenly for any sign of where the necromancer and his companion may have gone.  She'd managed to forget the two until it was too late-- well,<i>probably</i>too late.