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=== Assistant: The spell blooms across the great dragon statue like a holiday aurora—its stone scales shimmer, then move. ===
The spell blooms across the great dragon statue like a holiday aurora—its stone scales shimmer, then move. With a grinding, surprisingly cheerful rumble, the dragon lifts its head and exhales harmless sparks of colored light that dance over the dock. Dockworkers gasp, then laugh; one applauds. Uncle Eevee sings—a Khajiiti traveling song about warm fires, full moons, and finding one’s way home—and the animated dragon joins in with a basso harmony that vibrates the planks beneath your feet. When the song ends, the statue settles back into stillness, now dusted with softly glowing motes like festive lanterns.

Inside the inn at Castle Ebonheart, the warmth is immediate: hearthfire, spiced sujamma, and evergreen boughs tied with red ribbon. The innkeeper blinks once at your Ordinator armor, decides not to ask questions, and hands over a key with a smile. “Season of goodwill,” they say. “Dream kindly.” Upstairs, the room is simple but clean. You remove your armor, set A Child’s Tales of Red Mountain carefully beside the bed, and feel the long day finally catch up to you.

As sleep takes you, you dream of water and ash, of a two-toned god listening patiently, of a dragon that remembers how to sing. Somewhere far away, Azura’s star glints—approval, amusement, or both.
Uncle Eevee rests.
End of today’s adventure.