“Throwing it out might be a bad idea, especially if a certain Jarl comes across it somehow,” Zidiena smirked.
“Heh heh, what Jarl would be interested in a silly drawing?”
“Oh I don’t know, maybe the one on the ‘silly’ drawing.”
Jalara turned slightly, clutching the piece of paper in her hands. “And just how would said Jarl see it?”
“A gust of wind could pick it up out of the trash bin and carry it to the steps of said Jarl’s residence, I don’t know,” Zidiena shrugged “A guard could present it to him, there are many options.”
“Or a certain best friend might pick it out of the trash and bring it to him herself?” She raised her brow at Zidiena.