Shiloh narrows her eyes in concentration as she tries to follow Storm's words.  "So you propose that you find a tavern, drink, and listen for rumors... while we go searching the quarter?"  The young elf stands with her hat in hand, clucks her tongue in thought, and then nods.  "That works for me."  She dips a curt bow to the restaurant owner and then turns back to the others.  She begins wrapping the tattered shawl once more over her arms.  She hesitates a moment, staring off into a dark corner, as if perhaps she has spied or heard something.  After a few seconds, she resumes with the shawl before donning the hat.  "May we please linger here no more."  Her rope sandals are silent as she moves for the door and, if the others go, out into the streets.