"I mean, we can probably talk better with the Koreans, so that'd make sense." Although he did like Thai people. "Maybe meeting the prophet will help us decide. Hope he speaks Korean."

Cheon looked around, then frowned when he spotted red colour smeared onto a tree. He put a hand on Gyungho's shoulder and pointed it out. "Might be a sign? Is it blood?"

He moved closer, sniffed. "I think it's paint of some kind. Wonder what it means."