Beggar Prince Content . We look down upon the beggar s of the Empire . These lost souls are the poor and wretched of the land . Every city has its beggars . Most are so poor they have only the clothes on their backs . They eat the scraps the rest of us throw out . We toss them a coin so that we don ' t have to think too long about their plight . Imagine my surprise when I heard the tale of the Beggar Prince . I could not imagine what a Prince of Beggars would be . Here is the tale I heard . It takes place in the first age , when the gods walked like men and daedra stalking the wilderness with impunity . It is a time before they were all confined to Oblivion . There once was a man named Wheedle . Or maybe it was a woman . The story goes to great lengths to avoid declaring Wheedle ' s gender . Wheedle was the 13th child of a king in Valenwood . As such Wheedle was in no position to take the throne or even inherit much property or wealth . Wheedle had left the palace to find independent fortune and glory . After many days of endless forest roads and tiny villages , Wheedle came upon a three men surrounding a beggar . The beggar was swaddled in rags from head to toe . No portion of the vagabond ' s body was visible . The men were intent on slaying the beggar . With a cry of rage and indignation , Wheedle charged the men with sword drawn . Being simple townsfolk , armed only with pitchforks and scythes , they immediately fled from the armored figure with the shining sword . " Many thanks for saving me . " wheezed the beggar from beneath the heap of foul rags , Wheedle could barely stand the stench . " What is your name , wretch ? " Wheedle asked . " I am Namira . " Unlike the townsfolk , Wheedle was well learned . That name meant nothing to them , but to Wheedle it was an opportunity . " You ' re the Daedric Lord ! " Wheedle exclaimed . " Why did you allow those men to harass you ? You could have slain them all with a whisper . " " I am please you recognized me . " Namira rasped . " I am frequently reviled by townsfolk . It pleases me to be recognized for my attribute , if not for my name . " Wheedle knew that Namira was the Daedric lord of all thing gross and repulsive . Disease s such as leprosy and gangrene were her domain . Where the others might have seen danger , Wheedle saw opportunity . " Oh , great Namira , let me apprentice myself to you , I ask only that you grant me powers to make my fortune and forge a name for myself that will live through the ages . " " Nay , I make my way alone in the world , I have no need for apprentice . " Namira shambled off down the road . Wheedle would not be put off . With a bound , Wheedle was at Namira ' s heel , pressing the case for an apprenticeship . For 33 days and nights , Wheedle kept up the debate . Namira said nothing , but Wheedle ' s voice was ceaseless . Finally , on the 33rd day , Wheedle was too hoarse to talk . Namira looked back on the suddenly silent figure . Wheedle knelt in the mud at her feet , open hands raised in supplication . " It would seem you have completed your apprenticeship to me after all . " Namira declared , " I shall grant your request . " Wheedle was overjoyed . " I grant you the power of disease . You may choose to be afflicted with any disease you choose , changing them at will , so long as it has visible symptoms . However , you must always bear at least one . I grant you the power of pity . You may evoke pity in anyone that sees you . Finally , I grant you the power of disregard . You may cause others to disregard your presence . " Wheedle was aghast . These were not boons from which a fortune could be made . They were curses , each awful in its own right , but together they were unthinkable . " How am I to make my fortune and forge a name for myself with these terrible gifts ? " " As you begged at my feet for 33 days and 33 nights , so shall you now beg for your fortune in the cities of men . Your name will become legendary among the beggars of Tamriel . The story of Wheedle , the Prince of Beggars , shall be handed down throughout the generations . " It was as Namira predicted , Wheedle was an irresistible beggar . None could see the wretch without desperately wanting to toss a coin at the huddled form . However , Wheedle also discovered that power of disregard gave great access to the secrets of the realms . People unknowingly said important things where Wheedle could hear them . Wheedle grew to know the comings and goings of every citizen in the city . To this day , it is said that if you really want to know something , go ask the beggars . They have eyes and ears throughout the cities . They know all the little secrets of the daily lives of its citizens .