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=== Assistant: The long coastal road finally gives way to stone and water. ===
The long coastal road finally gives way to stone and water. As Uncle Eevee crests a low rise, the Foreign Quarter of Vivec City looms ahead—an enormous canton of pale stone rising straight out of the Inner Sea like a patient, disapproving god. Gondolas drift lazily between cantons, their lanterns glowing with soft reds and greens tied to the season. A banner depicting the Tribunal hangs from a bridge, someone having cheekily added garlands and a sprig of holly to Vivec’s stern likeness. The air smells of salt, incense, and spiced kwama cakes.

As you draw closer, traffic thickens. Outlanders of every stripe pass by: a Breton merchant arguing with a dock porter, a pair of Ordinators ignoring the festivities entirely, and a Dunmer child chasing a scrib-shaped toy that squeaks when squeezed. Your boots thud against the Foreign Quarter’s massive doors, where guards half-heartedly inspect newcomers before waving them inside. Warmth spills out—voices, music, and the comforting chaos of too many cultures sharing too little space.

Inside, the canton hums with life. The Plaza is busy with traders calling out seasonal deals, pilgrims lighting candles for the New Life Festival, and taverns already echoing with laughter despite the early hour. Somewhere above, you know, lie the guild halls and rented rooms—shelter, opportunity, and trouble in equal measure.

What would Uncle Eevee like to do next in the Foreign Quarter?