Shiloh leans forward, her eyes narrowed as she studies the necromancer.  "So... you were almost killed by a mob tonight, simply because they don't understand your cause..?  They think you're... what, raising the dead?  But you say you put them to rest instead."  She seems a little saddened by that, but nods in affirmation and understanding.  "That's terrible... I respect that you have persevered."<br/><br/>She pauses for a moment, the continues after adjusting her stance.  She ties to catch Woem's eye, to give a subtle nod, confirming that-- if her instincts serve correctly, the man speaks the truth.  She sits with her legs together but, unlike other women of the city, doesn't cross them.  Instead, after a few moments, she slips her feet from her rope sandals and draws her legs up under her in the chair beneath her.  She continues addressing Gemedes as before.  "You must understand that there are people in Shelzar, as elsewhere.  They could use an ally like your nation... I respect that your mission is not political, but... surely there must be something you can do.  Who was it you came here seeking in the first place?"