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=== Assistant: Hugging the shadowed curve of the palace canton, Uncle Eevee slips back from the Ordinators’ line of sight. ===
Hugging the shadowed curve of the palace canton, Uncle Eevee slips back from the Ordinators’ line of sight. The hum of Vivec City settles into a distant echo as he whispers the syllables of a Chameleon spell; the world blurs around him, his golden armor dulling and fading like moonlight on water. Another incantation follows—older, sharper—and the great palace door answers with a reluctant thrum, its locks yielding just enough. The door opens inward, and Uncle Eevee pads inside before it can betray him.

Within the Palace of Vivec, the air is cool and heavy with incense. Vast stone corridors stretch ahead, their walls etched with sermons and holy geometries. Candles flicker in alcoves shaped like praying hands, and somewhere deeper inside, a low chant reverberates—priests or guards, it’s hard to tell. The floor beneath his paws is smooth and polished, amplifying every careless step; even unseen, he feels the weight of the Tribunal’s gaze pressing down like a held breath.

As he advances, Uncle Eevee senses subtle wards woven into the palace—nothing immediately hostile, but attentive, as though the building itself is aware of intruders. A side passage leads toward administrative chambers and records; another slopes upward, toward the inner sanctum and Vivec’s living quarters. His Chameleon spell holds… for now.

What would Uncle Eevee like to do next?