"It may be the most ridiculous thing I've done when confronted with a minefield," she said wryly.

As they approached the hut, she did draw her gun, alert for any signs of danger or movement. But the only motion was the camera drone above and the snowman within the hut. She peered inside. The snowman was still wandering about, and in its perambulations it bumped up against a black iron cauldron near the empty hearth, smearing it with snow. Just visible on the shelves behind was a dull gleam of glass bottles, obscured by dust and cobwebs.

"So what do you suppose this is?"