Guest steps out of the Census and Excise office and into the humid morning air of Seyda Neen. Morrowind stretches before them—an unfamiliar land of misty swamps, towering mushrooms, and watchful strangers. They possess little beyond the clothes on their back, a handful of septims, and the release papers tucked among their belongings.

Yet Socucius Ergalla has provided one unexpected thing: a servant.

Her name is Veesh-Ma, an Argonian woman left in the office’s custody by a Dunmer saltrice farmer whose overdue debts had finally caught up with him. Rather than coin, he surrendered her service. By Imperial decree and the scratch of a quill, that service now belongs to Guest.

Veesh-Ma waits beside the wooden walkway outside. A weathered traveling pack hangs from one narrow shoulder, and filthy linen rags cling to her moss-green scales. Her amber eyes study her new master with quiet caution, betraying little of what moves beneath them.

She lowers her head, though her gaze never quite leaves Guest.

“Veesh-Ma is told she walks with you now,” she murmurs, her voice low and rasping. “Say where we go, and she will follow.”