Six sentinels stood guard on either side of the drawbridge to the castle. A drawbridge that connected the mountain to the forest earth, separated by a steep drop where frothing rapids swam far below. But these sentinels were no fae. They were great, bipedal bears, strapped with fae armor and equipped with greatswords and shields, bowing to Lir as he approached in near-perfect unison.
Guard bears?! SICK
