Sorry - been thoroughly distracted by Diwali celebrations with some friends - and annoying everyone by constantly making detailed notes and images of festival lanterns and so forth which will immediately get hit with bricks for the Maldrapur Chronicles... Forgot all about so-called Wizard Towers... So, where was I? Hm. Rubbish Wizard Tower Number Six...
Why it's sat in an estuary, I do not know.
As is clear, this one's a sort of tall, somewhat delicate looking, spindly thing. With bits on. All very elegant, but likely to come crashing down in a heap of sundered rubble when huge Spleen Beasts attack. Or if a strong wind blows.
The closer one gets to it, the less architecturally likely it looks.
The one large, solid bit of tower is, for reasons only known to crazed, debased, so-called architects (found frothing madly in a mouldy sanatorium somewhere), stuck up in the air, supported upon a daft tangle of filigree nonsense that doesn't look well suited to supporting a Sumo Rodent let alone a dirty great tower.
Fear the Insane Architects of Doom, for they are Obvious Mentals.
The Deluded Shabby Hyena Article denies all accusations of actually being the Deranged Architect. It was some completely other different Shabby Hyena of near identical appearance.
Oh yes, and that spiral staircase is a tad doubtful as well. I mean, what's wrong with these damned wizards? Why can't they just put their front door on the ground like anybody else? No, they've got to stick it sixty feet in the air and then build a whopping great weirdo thing just to reach it without the aid of levitation powers or the surreptitious casting of a "Become Rubbish Bird" spell. Idiots.
You'll just have to accept the moderately pathetic and feeble excuse that the entire structure is somehow supported by High Incomprehensible Arcane Forces. And string.