[Video feed begins. "Claus" is seated in the corner of an Anatolian bar, a harmonica on his lap, a newly emptied wine glass at the table beside him. On the floor at his feet is an empty, overturned hat ( Read more... )

[There is no confused fumbling of the Forge or unexpected video capture of the man on the other side. Rather, this newcomer looks suspiciously relaxed, seated upright in an apartment chair, a map folded carefully upon his lap. In an ashtray nearby, a snuffed cigarette still smokes. Dressed in a long, black coat, the gaunt middle-aged man looks ( Read more... )