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=== Assistant: Dawn breaks over the Ascadian Isles in a wash of pale pink and gold, the fog lifting slowly from the marshes. ===
Dawn breaks over the Ascadian Isles in a wash of pale pink and gold, the fog lifting slowly from the marshes. Uncle Eevee emerges from the cave stiff but rested, the smell of damp stone and old guar droppings giving way to fresh air tinged with salt and wet earth. His simple breakfast does little to fill a Khajiit’s appetite, but it steadies him, and the long road—well, path—toward Vivec City calls once more.

The land here is alive in that quiet Morrowind way: silt striders groan in the far distance, insects buzz lazily, and the towering mushroom trees loom like watchful giants. As Uncle Eevee jogs onward, he spots the stone markers of an old pilgrimage route, half-sunk into the soil, their inscriptions worn by centuries of ash and rain. Somewhere ahead lie the cantons of Vivec, rising impossibly from the water like a holy mirage—still distant, but closer than before.

As the morning wears on, the path begins to fork: one route follows the coastline, safer but longer; the other cuts inland through denser wetlands where bandits, creatures, or worse might lurk. Uncle Eevee feels the pull of fate (and perhaps Azura’s lingering attention) as he slows to consider his next move.

What would you like Uncle Eevee to do next?