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=== Assistant: The immense interior of Vivec’s Palace swallows Uncle Eevee in hushed reverence. ===
The immense interior of Vivec’s Palace swallows Uncle Eevee in hushed reverence. The great door glides shut behind him with a stone-on-stone sigh as his stealth spell bends light and sound around his golden Ordinator armor, rendering the once-intimidating silhouette a moving absence. Incense smoke coils lazily beneath vaulted ceilings, and the echo of distant Ordinators’ boots drifts through the vast halls like a slow heartbeat. Tapestries depicting the Warrior-Poet’s trials hang heavy with age, their colors muted by torchlight and holiday garlands woven discreetly between pillars—small offerings left by faithful citizens during the season.

As Uncle Eevee pads forward, the palace grows quieter, more sacred. Pilgrims’ halls give way to inner sanctums, and the air itself seems to thrum with divine presence. His steps carry him past lesser shrines and silent monks lost in meditation, none the wiser to the unseen Khajiit slipping by. Ahead, the architecture shifts—curving stone, impossible angles, and a sense that the space is no longer bound entirely by mortal rules. Vivec’s influence presses gently at the edges of Uncle Eevee’s thoughts, not hostile, but curious.

At last, the passage opens toward the approach to Vivec’s own chamber, a place spoken of in whispers and sermons alike. The way forward is unobstructed—for now—but the sense of being noticed grows stronger, like a gaze felt on the back of one’s neck rather than seen. Whether it is Vivec himself, a watchful Ordinator captain, or something stranger still is impossible to say.

What would Uncle Eevee like to do next?