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=== Assistant: As Uncle Eevee pads along the stone causeways toward the Foreign Quarter, the cantons of Vivec loom overhead like stack… ===
As Uncle Eevee pads along the stone causeways toward the Foreign Quarter, the cantons of Vivec loom overhead like stacked ziggurats, their lanterns glowing with warm holiday lights and Tribunal banners trimmed in red-and-gold cloth. An Ordinator stands watch near a ramp, motionless as a statue, his golden mask reflecting the water below. When Eevee whispers the words of his spell, the air cracks with magicka—Azura’s favor and his Spellsword training aligning just right. The Ordinator stiffens, armor ringing once as he topples sideways in a very undignified clatter, stunned but alive.

Moving fast, Eevee wrests free the heavy Ordinator cuirass and helm, the metal still warm from its former owner. The armor is exquisitely made—and unmistakable. As Eevee bolts down toward the Lower Waistworks, alarms begin to sound above: sharp whistles echo between the cantons, and distant voices bark orders. The stolen armor weighs on his shoulders, slowing him slightly, and the stunned Ordinator will not be out for long.

By the time Uncle Eevee reaches the shadowed corridors of the Lower Waistworks, he is winded but still on his feet. He has gained Ordinator Armor (Stolen, Ill-Fitting)—powerful protection, but wearing it openly will invite extreme attention. The city is now on alert, at least locally, and patrols will be thicker for a while. Somewhere above, Vivec City continues its holiday bustle, blissfully unaware that a Khajiit in borrowed gold has just upset the peace.

What would Uncle Eevee like to do next?