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=== Assistant: The round stone tunnels of the Foreign Quarter sewers echo with the gentle slap of water as Uncle Eevee slips through a… ===
The round stone tunnels of the Foreign Quarter sewers echo with the gentle slap of water as Uncle Eevee slips through a rusted grate and into the dark canals beneath Vivec. The air is damp and smells faintly of brine, moss, and old incense washed down from the cantons above. Holiday lanterns—simple paper globes blessed by Temple acolytes—float here and there, their reflections trembling on the water’s surface like nervous stars.

Soon the tunnels open, and Vivec City reveals itself in solemn grandeur. The Palace canton rises ahead, massive and immovable, its cantilevered terraces glowing softly with seasonal banners in muted reds and golds. Snow does not fall in Morrowind, but ash drifts gently from Red Mountain far to the north, settling on stone like gray tinsel. The waters around the Palace are calmer, deeper, and patrolled—though for the moment, the Ordinators’ attention seems focused elsewhere, perhaps on more law-abiding festivities.

As Uncle Eevee swims, fatigue begins to tug at his limbs, his Ordinator armor heavy even in the water. Still, Azura’s blessing lingers faintly at the edge of his thoughts—comforting, watchful, as if the Moon-and-Star herself finds this Khajiit’s holiday wanderings quietly amusing. Ahead, a broad landing beneath the Palace canton offers a place to climb out, though shadows cling there, and the echo of distant chanting carries across the water.

What would Uncle Eevee like to do next?