Do We Know Him?The miners' pub is a squat building set against a gloomy cliff between giant blocks of dirty ice. Its walls are made of ice, and the roof of crude iron sheets. A deep layer of snow covers everything, and if you didn't know it was there, you could miss it altogether. A handful of mining vehicles are parked outside, but apart from them, there's not much to show the place is inhabited.
As we walk closer, the muffled sound of voices trickles from inside.
The thermometer on my terminal says it's thirty degrees below freezing, but it feels much colder thanks to a light wind. The sky is still clear, but ominous clouds are drawing in from the west. We'd better get inside before the bad weather hits.
Jagr opens the door and the voices inside fall silent.
The pub is full of bearde
