Stepping into the farmhouse door, the Silver Cross warriors were pleasantly surprised to find a modern interior, the broad beams of the structure complemented by a contemporary décor that gave the feel of homeliness.
A young man hurried forward, bowing to the warriors and guests as he took the coats of the Green Vine men and rushed off to put them away.
Nodding to his comrades, Tory dismissed his men before leading the five visitors up two carpeted staircases to the second floor and along a corridor that had walls covered in photos of various families smiling brightly until he reached a white painted door that had a small brass plaque with the word ‘Alpha’ inscribed on it.
Knocking smartly, Tory waited for a low growl to reply ‘enter’ before opening the door and stepping inside, bowing
