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1 " And on that note, why are they called the No Name Mountains?” Moore continued as he stoked the fire, poking at it with the end of a long stick. “Perhaps because they have never been given a name,” Oliver suggested with a wry twist to his lips. “But if they are called the No Name Mountains, then they have been given a name, and therefore they cannot be No Names. They must be given a true name.” “By that logic they already have a name. They do not need another.” “But their name means they have no name!” “They are a paradox, then,” Oliver said dismissively. He was not bothered by the name of the mountains, just by their presence. “We should name them the Paradox Peaks,” Moore said with a bright smile. “Then they would have a name that is not No Name and therefore would no longer be a paradox. Thus not aptly named,” Oliver drawled with a smile as he slouched further into the warmth of his cloak. Moore stared at him, eyes narrowing as he mentally sorted it out. “If you were not a royal prince, I would smack you.” “It has never stopped you before,” Oliver pointed out with a laugh. "
― Abigail Roux , Tale from de Rode
