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Silgvar looked at Valia with a wry smile as she mentioned the three group should join forces, to which he just remarks.
"Yes.. while that may seem a good idea in thought. It doesn't help that having such groups with similar goals working together, also means you would have to deal with the size of their own needs in the same room." He takes another swig from his mug and lightly wipes his lips. "They would argue over more problems then they could get fixed.. which was the case last time the hand and the vigilant tried to come together against one of the daedric princes." He rolled his eye's for a moment. "From what I read it was nightmare."

But as the conversation came back to the riddle at hand he looked back at his own copy and gave a slight deject sigh.

"I must admit I have not gotten very far.. no more then most at least." He flips the slip of parchment over as if done with looking at it for the fact of overindulging on that same look in the last few days. "Barrow.. Solitude.. Skeever..One.. Guard.." He motions around towards certain aspects of their surroundings as if to emphasis the words he spoke, only to point at Valia when he said guard. "I'm only missing what links them.."

"I am really beginning to miss the small puzzles from the old nordic barrows.. at least they dealt with images and phrases that one could understand without having inside knowledge."