Darrell
"*You've performed there*?!" Shei gasps.

 "By the Hairs of Hircine, I've been with the Companions for a few months now... It's been a little while since I've lived there. Did you perform recently, or was it during a much earlier venture? I feel like I would've remembered someone as tall as you are, glowing or not!"

He executes a fusion of a scoff and sigh, thinking of how small the world is. 

"I guess that means there's a bigger chance for another encounter in our futures. *And*, I feel it best once I return to Jorrvaskr... To start writing a ballad about a certain Queen of Darkness, in honor of today."

He stands up, doing yet another dust-off, this time from his shoulders down to his knees. 

"If I head off now," He says, looking at the bright sky. "...The sun will *Just* Be setting once I get to the city gates. I need to procure some firewood before tonight's repast, and it's not gonna chop itself."


The orc then offers a hand, in case Ra'Gharesh is ready to get up from the ground.
Michael
He grabs Shei's arm and lifts himself up, "It was a month or so ago, stayed there one night, when it was too risky to stay on the roads because of weather." He says, "I suppose this is where we part ways, then?"
Darrell
"O, only for now, friend," Shei beams, looking at Ra'Gharesh's wagon and horse, then to him. 

"Make sure you keep that wheel loose for next time," He teases. "And I hope you find somewhere warm to rest tonight. Some of these nights lately have been *Chilly*. If you need any help, or need an ear in the future," He points at himself with his thumb.

 "This orc mead-fetcher from Jorrvaskr 
Would be honored to hear from you."

The orc now holds his hand out again, this time to formally shake on it.