Outside, in the howling contrary winds, the mage paused for a time, peering out at the long stretch of the headland where it extended straight out to the choppy iron-grey sea, which itself stretched on to the cloud-choked horizon. ‘Such a feature could be called a “reach”,’ the mage mused aloud. He squinted to Dancer. ‘And such a portentous and important place ought to have an equally portentous and weighty name – do you not think so?’ Dancer eyed him, suspicious. ‘What do you … No. You can’t … you didn’t!’ The mage gave a distorted twitch that might have been an attempt at a wink. ‘’Tis done,
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