Stepping Stone yawned. I wished a will-o-wasp would fly right down his stupid throat. “Don’t be dense. We’d be here letter or no letter. It’s probably just the Crystal Empire using us to clear out this sun-forsaken dump so they can build another backwater colony where your kind tends to spawn,” he said, capturing the three of us in a lazy circle of his hoof. Docks puffed out his chest and stomped the earth, only to sink up to his knee in slime. Lucky grinned another empty-headed grin.