Duke Bergan the Bear

The man who stepped in dwarfed Drew. He was at least sit foot four with a head of thick red hair that tumble over his face, and a loong beard to match. his clothes consisted of a brown leather vest and hemp trousers tucked into heavy boots. Unless you counted the knife and fork that sat on the tray of food that he brought with him, he had no visioble weapons. Moving the tray to one hand while closing the door carefully behind him, he then clattered in on the small table, before moving to sit on the bunk. "So you're my jailer, then?" The man carried himself eith a confidence and a authority that he wouldn't have expected to find in a jailer, so Drew could only assume his experience was vast and well respected, perhaps due to unscrupulous tactics. " you could say that, i suppose," said the man after surveying the youth long and hard from beneath his bushy brow. A shouting cauth thier attention, and the big man strode past Drew and up to the window.
"Who are they"
"The Lion Guard," said the jailer, shaking his head with dismay. His deep voice tinged with sadness.

Drews first meeting with Duke Bergan of Brackenholm, lord of the woodland realm of Dyrewood.


This is from a series called Wereworld, written by Curtis Jobling.
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The art is mine.
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