Editing Openai/6940dc36-f820-8002-8656-3492c2d4fc89 (section)

=== Assistant: The waters around Vivec’s Palace accept Uncle Eevee back without protest, the moonlight shimmering off his borrowed Ord… ===
The waters around Vivec’s Palace accept Uncle Eevee back without protest, the moonlight shimmering off his borrowed Ordinator armor as he slips away unseen. By the time he reaches the Foreign Quarter again, the canton hums softly with night life: lanterns glow warm against the stone, and distant laughter drifts from taverns where holiday songs—half-Imperial, half-Dunmeri—mingle awkwardly but cheerfully. No alarms sound. Either Vivec was amused… or merciful.

At the docks, a small transport boat rocks gently against its moorings. The boatman, a bundled-up Imperial with a wool scarf and a mug of something steaming, barely looks up as Uncle Eevee boards. “Castle Ebonheart,” he says with a nod, pushing off. The city of Vivec recedes behind you, its cantons rising like stacked prayers, while the Inner Sea carries you westward through cold air and quiet stars.

Castle Ebonheart soon looms ahead—Imperial stonework stark and orderly compared to Vivec’s divine geometry. Banners hang stiff in the night breeze, and lights burn steadily within the fortress walls. As the boat bumps gently against the dock, the boatman offers a thin smile. “Welcome to Ebonheart. Watch yourself—holiday or not, the Duke’s guards don’t share much cheer.”

Uncle Eevee steps onto the dock, boots echoing softly on stone. The night is calm, the air crisp, and possibilities stretch out before him.

What would Uncle Eevee like to do next in Castle Ebonheart?