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Listening to Silgvar as he spoke and was unable to understand the letter, Valia cursed herself in her mind due to the fact that she wrote it to make it difficult but it ended up being too difficult. Of course, she did not want the Thalmor to understand it and that is exactly what she got as the Bosmer at the other table was the only one who had gotten it so far. Keeping her eyes locked down on the flier, with her eyes following each portion that he was saying, she shook her head and slowly pointed to the word guard. "I do not think guard is too difficult. This riddle brought you here, to the Winking Skeever, and..." As she spoke, she spun herself around on the stool and looked around the bar causing her voice to fade out a bit with her eyes drunkenly moving from person to person before looking back to Silgvar. "I seem to be the only guard here." Realizing that she had almost given away that she was the contact, she pushed herself to spin back to the counter and shook her head drastically as she stared back at him. "But I am not the guard in this riddle." Her voice was very stern but it was obvious that she gave away being the person that he needed to contact.

Closing her eyes for a moment, as she knew she screwed up, she took another drink of the water in the glass in front of her but opened her eyes back up with them moving to the flier in front of him, pretending she did not imply that she was the guard of the riddle. Reading the riddle all the way through, again, despite not needing to, she let her eyes scan over each of the words as they began blurring together due to her drunkenness causing her to rub her eyes with both of her hands, lowering her hands from her eyes as she heard the bartender sliding a key across the bar and over to her. "I suppose I am not to walk home in this state...?" She questioned to the bartender to see him nodding in response before reaching down into her pouch to pull out some septims to pay for the room with.

After paying the bartender, she looked back to Silgvar but looked almost immediately back to the flier, speaking up quite quickly as if it was unrealistic for her to have read the flier so fast. "What do you think 'read One line" means?" Emphasizing the 'one' as she spoke, she looked away from the flier and over to Silgvar with a false confused expression upon her face. It was likely obvious, by then, for Silgvar to know she wrote the riddle or, at least, knew who did.