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Velith had no idea who that was, so he decided he'd ask later. He sat back in the throne, trying to get comfortable. His back was oddly itchy. He needed to moult, and decided that now would be a good time, despite present company.

His eyes glazed over. Underneath the faux-skin his bones made snapping and crackling noises as they popped back into place. The skin peeled and popped, and split and places. Once his tail was unfurled and his jaw extended, he pulled what remained of the skin off of his black scales. He even gained two inches as his vertebrae spread out, now standing at 6'7".

The Argonian stepped down from the throne slowly. With the moult his wounds had scabbed over. "She will be the Jarl?" Inquired Veleth, he spoke with a slight lisp because of his forked tounge.