I placed the hoop on the table and followed my four men downstairs, wondering who the hell decided to come knock on my door... willingly.
By the time we reached the foyer, several more vines had gathered near the windows, shifting restlessly as they watched the road beyond the gate.
The thing that got my attack vines cranky?
The three men standing outside of the defensive perimeter.
Each of them wore a strip of red cloth tied around one arm, matching the men from the craft store like some preschool teacher sent his students out into the public and needed to remind everyone where to send them back to. But unlike the first group, these three had enough sense to remain well beyond the reach of the nearest flowers.
The man in front raised both empty hands when he saw us approaching. "We're here on behalf of Gu Han."
