Cliffs of Terion

Sheer rotten faces of grey stone, mouthed open with caverns no one digs. An Esoteric Hermit is sometimes spat from one such cavern — adult, memoryless, dressed in nothing the wind can name. The locals call the wind here the second tongue and do not speak of what the first one is.

The Cliffs are named distinctly from the wider fragments of Terion scattered through the Miseries; canon does not place them on any map, nor say what coast (if any) they overlook.