Michael
"Very few sing of us, as many are scared of us. Most of my... Brethren are a lot more keen on spreading suffering in more *Violent* Ways. You see, we are the inverse of the Khajiit, they are a light of the moons, while we are the darkness of the night. Many are left only with hatred, and lash out violently, I do it through a different means." He enters his Wagon, exiting with a drum, "I use music!" He says, he drums a rythm, similar to that of a beating heart, "You see there's one thing a dro-m'Athra cannot resist, and it is the call of music. Since I was small I loved music, dancing around as my parents worked the caravan, selling bits and baubles, I would perform, this one made them quite a bit of coin, and through my love of performance and dance that is how I was changed!"
Darrell
His face expressing genuine joy at Ra'Gharesh's drum reveal, Shei subtly nods along to the beat of the dro-m'Athra's rhythm.

"Ah... I see. The *Heart* Is the melody. Oh, how glad I am that your wagon wheel slipped," The orc playfully sighs. 

"I'm not going to say I've gone through a majestic transformation such as you have, but I see you *So clear* About the inherent love for music. When I was little, my friends and I saw this traveling show that visited Markarth, and my whole world felt *New*. The fact performance can evoke such catharsis... Yet also a soulful feeling of sanctuary? *That* Is why I live. The art is in my blood."

Shei improvises a soft riff with his lute, trying to honor the heart-beat drum rhythm.
Michael
He continues drumming, "Music is truly the gateway to the soul, no? A true art form!" He says cheerfully
Darrell
The orc hums along, living for the drum's vibrations. For being in the woods, it is surprising to Shei how powerful each pound is. 

"Out here, I like thinking even flowers and trees enjoy hearing music. Silly, I know. But it must be lonely to be stuck in one place, like a bush or shrub. They barely socialize with the bugs that tend them, and are only able to move through a breeze. Maybe someone yanks them out, cuts them down. Makes use of them. But most times, they just... Sit. 

"Like that Eldergleam, in that Eastmarch cave sanctuary? I've heard the tree is so massive, its roots are sprawled all around, and if you touch them, it's almost as if you can feel the tree breathe."

Shei bites his tongue. "My friend who told me about it is also a drunkard. He might have been stretching the truth, but I want to believe it. Have you ever been there?"
Michael
"The world is quite beautiful, yes. Even in the worst times there is beauty. The shining metals, the flames of war, even blood has it's own beauty. The darkness of the night sky when the moons are hidden is quite beautiful, though I may be biased." He sits down cross legged, with his drum sat in the spot between his legs, he continues drumming
Darrell
Shei joins the cat-man on the ground, attentive to the dro-m'Athra and his words. He laughs at the supposed bias. 

"Mm. I *Love* Nights. Bonfires, Stargazing. It's the best time for performance, too. I *Will* Say I enjoy the moons out, though. Or when the sky is populated by clouds, and a little parting forms... A beam of moonlight shoots out... Torchbugs and whatnot..."

Connecting the glow of the daydreamed torchbugs to the glow of Ra'Gharesh's blue aurora'd fur patterns, the orc imagines what a dance with a group of dro-m'Athra looks like in new-moons' darkness. The glowing fur - it has got to look *Spectacular*, beyond Shei's comprehension. 

His tough hands climb up the lute's neck, strumming on his strings as if to mimic his own interpretation of the night through the music. Light, calm, lulling. The drumming is so rhythmic and natural, the orc even begins to shut up.