tavern
A low tavern of dark wood and amber glass where the city argues after dusk. Dried language-flowers hang from the beams, labelled; they no longer speak, but people swear they rustle when someone mispronounces their name. The landlord serves a black beer brewed with hops from a bed that speaks Old Prussian, and forbids grafting talk after midnight. Keepers sit by the fire, the Concordance at the long table, and Oleander at the corner by the door. Every argument in Glossolaria ends here, and none o...
Located in The Architecture of Babel.