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=== Assistant: Jobasha peers over the rim of his spectacles, his wide grin never quite fading as Uncle Eevee gestures toward the shelf… ===
Jobasha peers over the rim of his spectacles, his wide grin never quite fading as Uncle Eevee gestures toward the shelf in question. It is a low, well-kept shelf near the reading alcove, labeled in careful script: “For Young Minds and Gentle Evenings.” Upon it rest several familiar volumes:
* A Child’s Tales of Red Mountain — a slim, lovingly illustrated book of softened Tribunal-era myths, volcano spirits, and moral fables meant to frighten children only a little.
* The Snow of Solstheim — a short Nord–Dunmer folktale collection, recently popular during the season, with surprising warmth for such cold lands.
* The Guar Who Learned Patience — a simple Ashlander parable, clearly read many times.
* Hearth Songs of Vvardenfell — poems and songs often shared during the winter season, especially in port towns.

When Uncle Eevee asks about A Child’s Tales of Red Mountain, Jobasha lets out a thoughtful “Hmmmm.” He glances at the Ordinator armor, then at the Khajiit’s relaxed posture, and finally at the book itself.

: 

He slides the book across the counter with a soft thump.

Yes — Uncle Eevee may keep ''A Child’s Tales of Red Mountain''.
Jobasha even tucks a small paper bookmark inside, decorated with a hand-drawn moon and star — an old Morrowind holiday custom.

Uncle Eevee leaves the shop lighter of coin than he once hoped, but richer in story, warmth, and a book that smells faintly of ash and candlewax.

What would Uncle Eevee like to do next?