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=== Assistant: Uncle Eevee steps out into the salt-scented night air of Seyda Neen, lantern light glinting off wet planks and holiday … ===
Uncle Eevee steps out into the salt-scented night air of Seyda Neen, lantern light glinting off wet planks and holiday garlands strung between posts. Without hesitation, he pads past the lighthouse, scrambles down the rocks, and splashes into the dark waters of the Inner Sea. The chill bites immediately through fur and cloth, but the moons Masser and Secunda hang bright above, reflecting a shimmering path toward distant Vivec—its cantons little more than shadowy silhouettes on the horizon.

As he swims, the sea grows restless. Waves lift and drop him in slow, exhausting rhythm, and the water tastes of salt and silt. A shadow darts beneath him—then another. Slaughterfish. One snaps close enough to rake his calf, drawing blood and a sharp hiss of pain, but Uncle Eevee kicks hard and mutters a hurried spell, the magic pushing him forward just enough to escape the worst of it. The fish scatter, though the wound burns and his muscles begin to tremble with fatigue.

After what feels like an eternity, common sense—and aching limbs—prevail. Uncle Eevee drifts toward a low, barnacle-crusted outcrop where he can haul himself up, coughing seawater and shivering violently. He is alive, but soaked, lightly injured, and far from either Seyda Neen or Vivec. The distant city still looms, patient and impossibly far away, while the lighthouse beam sweeps across the water behind him like a silent warning.

What would Uncle Eevee like to do next?