Shiloh deposits a few coins on the bartop-- a tip equivalent to the price of the wine itself-- and waves to the bartender so he knows to collect it.<i>Hopefully, he'll remember it, too.</i>Shiloh follows the half-elf's gaze to make eye contact with her friend, and tips her head in careful greeting.<i>This had better not be a trap</i>... she thinks, smiling very politely.  She meets the tough at the door and asks for her weapons back, and starts putting them away carefully.<br/><br/>"So... this shop, what do they sell?" she asks as they make their way through the door and into the street, heading directly to the shop.  She checks the street as they walk, trying to anticipate anyone who might be paying too much attention to the two women-- or, given the nature of her new companion's attractiveness, she will look for anyone not paying them<i>enough</i>attention.