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As Silgvar spoke about the Silver Hand, Valia listened intently but, when he mentioned the Dawnguard and the Vigilants of Stendarr, he became even more intrigued as she had heard amazing things about the two latter groups. "So the Silver Hand is the Werewolf counterpart of the Dawnguard?" She questioned as she looked down at the bread and water in front of her, picking up the bread with her left hand before looking back at Silgvar, thinking much more intently about the three groups. "Why do they not merge all together to rid Skyrim of monsters overall? They sound to have similar goals but different enemies..."

Letting her questions fade into her mind, a bit, she took a bite out of the bread and looked down at her plate of cold food. "You can take this..." She spoke quietly as she looked up to the bartender with a slight smile upon her face. "I think I left it here for too long to get cold." Quickly glancing over to the tankard with some brandy left in it, conflicted thoughts ravaged her mind whether or not she should keep it or not; a war between her alcoholism and who she truly was. After a few thoughts, she looked down in a sort of despair as she flicked her hand in a sort of dismissal. "You can take the tankards too." It seemed as if, at that moment, she won the war against her alcoholism causing her to lift her head once more to see the water in front of her, hastily, yet still casually, taking the glass with her right hand before taking a large drink of it.

Slowly lowering the glass from her lips after drinking from it, she looked back to Silgvar and remembered that he spoke about the riddle. "You're the first, then." She spoke with a light chuckle before taking another bite of the bread in order to hopefully make her less drunk, even though she knew it would never work. She had too much for dry bread and water to cure. Nodding to herself slightly, she began to speak up once more. "What have you gotten so far with the riddle? Have you come close to solving it?"