Darrell
The orc still tries to trace where he has heard of this Namiira, finding a hiccup in his brain. 

*Be careful dear Sera, 
As a grave is now dug,
For thee Daedric Prince Namira,
Has a heart of a slug.*

*Be courteous and wise,
And remove all your dread,
For-the moment she smells it,
You're better off plain dead.*

Those lyrics, how did he know them? A dunmer character? An elderly mage... 

Shei breathes in sharply. He knew where it was from, and wasn't proud of its origin; 

One of the bad sequels to a series called *Through Thick and Thin, Travels of Tamriel*. 

He had never seen it performed, but read the play with his friends when he was younger. It was convoluted, having two nord brothers and their shenanigans, as well as an elderly, eccentric mage dunmer as their assistant. In the specific play, One of the brothers believes himself to be so ugly that he summons the Daedra while walking home from a horrible date. He tells the Dunmer how mind-blowing the Meta encounter was, resulting in the mage singing such a forewarning.

The whole thing was horrifically written and inaccurate, and ends with the brother being eaten by his date. Nonetheless, Shei and his friends would try to make melodies for the written lyrics every once and a while when they would study their musical craft.

Namiira. *Namira*. With this memory, he now believed that the Daedra was seductive, and her followers were rumored to eat people that were ugly. 

Shei stops playing and singing. He is now frozen, thinking that Ra'Gharesh not only might want to eat him, but that he thinks the orc is ugly.
Michael
He slowly stops drumming, feeling some tension in the air, "Is something the matter, friend?" He asks, tilting his head confused
Darrell
"..."

Shei's cheeks turn a little blushed. He has offended himself with his own delusion. 

"My apologies. Ra'Gharesh. Your drumming is sensational."

He swallows, tapping his fingers upon the wood of his lute to keep himself focused. Shei knows he needs to phrase his words as best as possible.

"It's. Ah... I have tripped over... A rather *Horrible* Set of thoughts, just now. And if my suspicions are correct, I'll. I'll be quite sad."
Michael
"And what would those be?" He asks, "This one hopes he can help." He says with a smile, which would be great if he didn't have the teeth of a carnivore
Darrell
Shei blinks. His emotion is blank, but the blush on his sage skin switches to a more pallid tone after seeing how truly sharp the Khajiit's teeth are. 

Oh, by the nine, the musical feline has glowing fur, for crying out loud! Does this *Bent dance* Consist of dancing upon the dead? Did Namiira make his wheel fall off so the one person around at the time could help, and be hypnotized by great music and honeyed words, until his end approached in the darkness of night? Was this all planned?

"...Oh." Shei reacts to his racing mind aloud, his eyes watering. "Oh, you must find me *Hideous*!"

A melodramatic tear runs down his cheek. 
"I'm sorry. This Namira I *Have* Heard of before. But the one I know of is the queen of revulsive things. Darkness yes, but not just of the night... The darkness of the *Heart*."

The orc places a hand at his own chest, sniffing.

"Her followers in Skyrim are rumored to seduce pitiful things and *Eat them* Where no light is near..."

Shei instinctively rises to his knees, and clenches his fists in a pleading stance.

Hot tears drip down his chin. "If the rumors are true, I'll do anything to appease her. I can't be *That* Pitiful!"
Michael
He laughs, quite hard, there's a tinge of darkness to his laugh, as it echoes through the area. "To us khajiit, she is the goddess of the dark and corruption, though to the rest of Tamriel she is seen as the Prince of that which repulses, and that includes cannibalism, althoug she does not require her followers to eat people."

He laughs again, "I will be doing no eating of people, that is simply not how I worship her." He tilts his head as Shei falls to his knees, "She does not need you to prove yourself to her," He says, "And even if you were truly pitiful and hideous, that means she already cares for you."