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Veneficus was watching over the Altmer while his aide went to relieve himself.

You've come along so far since that day ten years ago...

The Old Imperial sighed heavily. He was coming to the end of his time on Nirn and spent his few free moments thinking on the past. Past tragedies. Past wrongs. Past mistakes.

Maybe one day, the Nine will grant you some peace of mind old friend.

"Veficus!" The priest called his name as he returned. "There is an Argonian in the Undercroft. Could you deal with him?"

"Is he injured?"

"N-no..."

"Then why didn't you send him away?" Veneficus sighed.

"B-because he's scary!" The Priest whimpered. "His scales are pure black!"

Veneficus sighed again and rubbed his eyes. Why me?

Putting on a false smile, he stepped out and met the Black Argonians gaze.

"How can I help you?"