As I answered, Sebastijan turned onto a street that led along a ridge overlooking Lezh. The Westering Winds sat in an odd little dell, and the reason for its name became immediately obvious. A continuous zephyr carrying west from land to sea cooled the street before it.
"Sebastijan! You here to pay for last time?"
Sebastijan wryly smiled as a short but impressively pudgy man yelled from the doorway.
The Eyes of a Doll