Henry thought for a moment about what the Dunmer said to him and nodded slowly before starting to laugh.

"You just want me to make a song about you! You are trying to make friends with me, so you would be the main hero" - he said laughing and started carefully descending the steps to the Arena pits.

"Well, don't worry I'll find you a place in a song."

As Henry came in, limping with his wounded left leg, he heard the Wood Elf that was accidentally burned asking everybody a question. 

"Deal with it, ser Whitehead" - Henry answered smiling at him sarcastically. The bard sat on the floor, while holding his leg, so it would not hurt that much. - "Even the gods do not want you."

Henry then started chuckling as if he was a little child, laughing from his own joke.