Zog carefully observed himself in the mirror, grinning to check his teeth.
He noticed a few were a bit crooked and slightly loose, which wasn't very aesthetically pleasing, so he just reached in with a claw and yanked them out.
One of the great benefits of the Dragon Race was that their teeth grew throughout their lives. They never had to worry about dental diseases; at worst, they could just pull a tooth out, and a new one would grow in a couple of days.
He turned his head from side to side, checking the sides of his face for any dead skin or old scales and scraped them all off.
Finally, he straightened his bow tie, spritzed on some freshener, and looked quite dapper.
Nearby, Assistant Zor was reporting on the status of the mini-game demos.
"As of 4 a.m. this morning, *Druid vs. Necromancer* has sold 46,325 pre-orders, and is about to reach its first-stage goal..."
