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Bergren camped near a small tavern, Swamp Light, which lay close to the swamp. He could've stayed in the main room overnight for two copper, but he'd rather keep an eye on the place, see who showed up.
The tavern keeper, a round ruddy man, wiped circle motions along the bar. He looked Bergren up and down. (Afraid it's early yet, we don't have food since most customers come in near about dusk. Mead is five copper, and mead is what we've got. Ain't got nothing else.)
(Mead's fine.) Bergren sauntered up to the bar and sat heavily on the stool. Leather creaked and metal clanked. He retrieved the copper from a pouch on his belt and tossed them on the bar.
The tavern keeper picked up the coins, nodding. He plopped a thin, dented pewter mug on the bar, spilling mead in the process.
