Listening to Sillivren's words made Valia realize that what she was saying was true; the Empire is merely being used by the Dominion for their own gains, likely purely the eradication of Talos worship. Shaking her head to herself, she looked down at her Brandy and almost immediately picked it up and downed the entire tankard, feeling very disappointed in herself for supporting a puppet empire. Shaking off her pessimistic thoughts, she continued to think about how the Empire was not a puppet as she knew that the Empire only came to Skyrim, not to start war, but to unite the people and gain reinforcements for the attempts at another war against the Dominion. The Empire were no puppets. They are men and women who are forced to abide with the Thalmor in fear of death if they do not. But Valia would not abide. Slowly reaching down to her pouch, holding the Amulet of Talos within it, she thought about it quite a bit and smile as she remembered what her father was fighting for, only to be slaughtered unfairly by the corrupt and tyrannical Thalmor.
Realizing that Sillivren was still talking, Valia looked up to her and felt somewhat bad about not having been paying attention, quickly sweeping the money, not taken by Sillivren to make her table, into her pouch, letting the girl have some fun with a few extra coins. Moving the empty tankard to the side, she placed another smile upon her face and listened to what the Bosmer had left to say, even if it made no sense due to her not listening to the whole comment. Finally feeling the effects of the Brandy, Valia leaned back in her chair and listened to Sillivren as she mentioned she could stay and questioned about riddles. A larger smile appeared upon her face as she noticed the flier in her hand but quickly removed it so that it would not seem as if she has seen it before. "I suppose I am decent at riddles but have never been one for them." She spoke plainly, telling the honest truth despite hiding the fact that she wrote the riddle.
Just after speaking, that sentence, the wench appeared once more with two plates in her hand, one of the plates containing a Boiled Creme Treat while the other held a large piece of Venison surrounded by various vegetables like leeks, carrots, and potatoes. Next to the Venison was a medium sized piece of bread. Just after arriving, the wench slowly lowered the plates to the table in front of the two, with the food being given to the right person, of course. As she set the plates down, Valia dumped some of the gold from her pouch into her hand and counted it up, knowing the price of the Venison meal, as she had gotten it many times before, and assuming the price of the treat that was given to Sillivren. "Here you go." She spoke as she handed the septims to the wench, slipping an extra two septims into her hand with a smile. "This is for you." As she gave the last two septims to the woman, she examined her breasts once more as, to her, the size seemed unrealistic, realizing the clothes and exotic poses were what made them seem larger than they actually were.
Picking up a small leek in her right hand, she looked back to Sillivren only to have her vision blurring a little due to the Brandy, somewhat wishing she did not order another. "I can try to help but I am not truly certain how I will do." She spoke plainly as the wench returned with her brandy, placing it down on her left side with a smile, Valia looking back down to the tankard with some joy within her due to loving her peoples' brandy. Looking back to Sillivren once more, she took a bite of the leek and began to speak. "What does it say?"