As it turned out, she was right. She found Stepan had made a den out of his security booth, complete with an impressive layer of trash on the floor. Considering Othar had drones to clean that sort of thing up, this represented an achievement on behalf of the pony. He didn’t stink, but his mane was ratty enough that it looked like he should. True to Deadlight’s stolen bat wings, Mogyla’s lair had almost no light, and was illuminated only by the naked glow of a dozen terminals arranged around him.