Poul Anderson presents many inns and taverns. This one is minimally described:
a basement down some stairs from a street, protected by an automatic lock;
smoky;
low-ceilinged;
a few worn wooden tables around a small charcoal fire;
large barrels in the background;
dark corner seats for a private conversation between Martin Saunders, time traveler, and Belgotai of Syrtis, free companion;
the landlord, Hennaly, serves "...tumblers of rotgut remotely akin to whiskey..." (pp. 224-225);
Belgotai summarizes a thousand years of history...
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