Master of the Withering Wards · male
Thornweaver runs the Wards where languages go to die, and he runs them better than anyone has. When a bloom begins to fail – when it speaks less often, or repeats itself, or begins to borrow words from the bed beside it – it is moved to the Withering Wards, into a sealed chamber reproducing the air, the soil and the light of the country it came from, and Thornweaver's staff listen to every last sentence and write it down. His protocols are copied in three other worlds. His wards are clean, quiet...
From the simulation The Architecture of Babel.