((Roll Result: Result: 13, Total: 15))<br/>Reading the scene as best she can in the moment, Shiloh's face sets to a grim smirk.  It certainly<i>looks</i>like a robbery, but her natural suspicion tells her not to assume that it's as simple as that.<br/><br/>Unarmored, and with the short sword hanging loosely from her bracer-clad swordarm, the monk reaches to open the gate.  "Put that weapon down," she says coldly.  Her linen pants, seams at the side revealing a diamond pattern of skin, swish softly and her knee-high, patent boots are nigh soundless as she strides to close the distance, moving to cut off their escape.<br/><br/>For a moment, her steely eyes glance over at Kachina, observing what might have been...?<i>Goodness, say it's so...</i>Magic.<br/><br/>If the half-elf just cast a spell, then Shiloh considers herself very lucky indeed... but she can't take her gaze away from the other two long enough to show her enthusiasm.