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=== Assistant: The waters around Vivec’s Palace are cold and dark, stirred by slow, ceremonial currents that seem almost intentional—a… ===
The waters around Vivec’s Palace are cold and dark, stirred by slow, ceremonial currents that seem almost intentional—as if the city itself breathes through the canals. Uncle Eevee pulls himself from the water onto pale stone slick with algae and holy runoff. The Palace looms above, impossibly vast, its layered terraces rising like a mountain carved by gods rather than hands. Ordinators patrol the upper walkways in disciplined silence, their golden masks catching the ashen daylight. A few glance down at you; whether they recognize their “borrowed” armor or simply see another pilgrim is unclear.

The main door stands before you, monumental and severe, etched with symbols of Tribunal authority and centuries of law. Incense smoke drifts from braziers near the entrance, mingling with the briny scent of the canal. A priest murmurs a quiet invocation nearby, while a pair of Palace Guards stand at attention, halberds crossed loosely but ready. Despite the season’s quiet cheer elsewhere in Vivec, the Palace feels solemn—expectant, even. You feel the faint tug of Azura’s presence at the edge of your thoughts, distant but attentive, like starlight behind clouds.

As you approach, one of the guards shifts his stance slightly, acknowledging you without yet stopping you. The great doors remain closed… for now.

What would Uncle Eevee like to do next?