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Shaking her head once more with a sigh, Valia closed her eyes and hung her head low in disappointment for herself, opening her eyes to stare at the counter with another sigh exiting her lungs. "Now I apologize..." She spoke plainly as she leaned against the counter with her elbows, placing a lot more weight upon it with her hands moving up to her head, holding it tight as she closed her eyes once more. "I should not have assumed you were a stormcloak due to you being a Nord..." Some of the words within that sentence were slurred as the alcohol finally took over her voice. Still holding her head in, failed, attempts to stop feeling dizzy, she opened her eyes and looked up at the bartender. "Please tell me you have something that can cure my drunkenness." As she finished speaking, the bartender shook his head and she sighed once more.

Looking back over to Silgvar, she thought intently about what he had said but couldn't quite figure any of it out until his mention of the riddle and the Silver Hand jumped into her head. Shaking her head once more, she looked away from him and down to her food, tearing a chunk out of her barely warm venison before plopping it in her mouth. "Please tell me you do not think I am the guard in that riddle. It is hard enough dealing with crime in both the city and hold and having people come up to me daily spouting the number three makes it even more difficult." Just after speaking, she stared at her food and seemingly zoned out for a few moments before looking back to Silgvar.

"The Silver Hand?" Her question seemed quite delayed as he had mentioned them before she even began to speak, the question being somewhat filled with astonishment, surprise, and intrigue. "I have only heard rumors about these... warriors and never thought they were real." Letting herself be silent for a moment as she thought, she shook her head with a skeptical expression growing upon her face. "You are not trying to tell me that beasts called werewolves are real... They are only a myth!" Her voice grew in volume, somewhat, but was not loud enough to overwhelm the sounds of the people in the tavern. Just after speaking, the bartender slowly slid a key to Valia that unlocked the door of a room in the inn for her to stay at. Seeing the key, she let out another sigh and slowly pulled out some septims to pay for the room, placing them upon the table. "Thank you..."