On the way to the tavern, Shiloh follows the crew.  It's strange to see an elf move like her... she doesn't have the strut of a city elf, the sway of a woods-elf... strangely, she moves fluidly, but with seemingly no effort... just the slightest pivot of her hips, the subtle oppositional movement of her arms, and she manages to navigate the streets at a pace that most would be pressed to follow.<br/>She speaks softly, but clearly, to any among the crew who will walk with her.  "The people who work here will have heard things about the bat," she says matter-of-factly.  "Paying for information may be a necessity.  The best opportunity would be to approach employees alone, to not draw notice."<br/><br/>Then, tilting her face in consideration-- a subtle gesture emphasized by the broad woven-reed hat she wears-- she continues the thought.  "A prostitute might be willing to share information in confidence, since private audience is readily available and coin for information.... well, is easier to earn than other methods."<br/><br/>When they arrive, she surmises the noise and crowd will be a challenge-- while easy to hide among, such patrons are difficult to slip away from.  She shakes her head.  "I lack the skill to identify who best to interview, and how.  I think we should observe here for... say, half an hour... then proceed to search the upstairs.  That would require..."  she shrugs, again seeming surprisingly to avoid the frank details of the subject, "... a room."