As the sounds draw to a close, Shiloh raps her knuckles at the door before opening it.  The smell of sex hits her like a cloud, but she doesn't show any outward reaction.  She looks frustrated, that much is certain.  "Nothing but speculation," she says curtly.  "He didn't seem to know anything about the theft, and he doesn't want to help us find out."  She shrugs, walking across the room and seeming unperturbed by the sight of her two companions' glistening, naked bodies on the bed.  "The shopkeeper has no clues, nobody at Cayden's Hall knows."  She leans against the bedpost, letting her eyes lasciviously roam over the two of them before she continues.  "A pack of adventurers is out there somewhere, too.  And there's a missing kid... but other than that?"  The bright-eyed monk waves her hands in a gesture of emptiness.  "Nothing."