Any species that can use dark magic is inherently evil? Kuro briefly thought back to what her mother had told her, then blinked those thoughts away. Still, was the mere capability of using dark magic a sign that someone was going to use it to do harm? Apparently, the Kashvar who actually made use of this sort of magic that sucked away at their life force tended to shrink and shrivel up until they became little more than raisins with nervous systems. Was such a terrible fate really worth the power dark magic brought with it?
"Well..."Kuro began to reply after a moment's pause. She wasn't certain what to make of things anymore, but she also supposed it was a good thing she was not the one making the decisions for Konats. Her job was to swing her blade at whoever would dare harm the King, and at whoever the King commanded, whether she believed it was the right thing to do or not.
Thinking for oneself was not a useful trait for a Konatsian Royal Guard.
"Regardless, it is not I who will be making the decisions on what to do next,"she stated after a beat. "Even if I do find them suspicious, what we do next on Konats will be based on the new ruler's decision, and their decision alone." If the new ruler believed the Kashvar innocent, the fragile but steady peace would remain. If they believed the Kashvar guilty of this transgression?
Then the fields of Konats would be stained with the blood of the Kashvar. And Kuro would spill gallons more of it without a second thought.
"Even if you don't have any say so. Its best to always be on guard no matter what. If the Kashvar uses that type of magic, its only a matter of time before the race decides to join together to do something about it. Be wary young one, for during my life time of 2,000 years. I have seen a lot and dealt with a lot. My advice to you child. Always carry a knife with you. A knife is your best friend when you have no other...."
The waiter would come back and Kowlin would ask for the bill. The waiter would go about getting the bill and as he handed it over to Kowlin, he paid for his meal and then stood to his feet.
"I must be going. It was a pleasure to meet you, perhaps we will have another chat someday about all this and see where it has taken you and your journey for the Heirs."
He would chuckle a bit as he went about his business and just looked around the space station like it was some kind of airport. So much traffic that you are sometimes glad that you can use portals to come and go as you please....
Kuro listened to the stranger as he spoke, blinked when he stated he was 2,000 years old, then decided it was best not to question it. Still, who knew there were alien races that could live so long? Konatsians certainly couldn't. "Worry not," she replied as he insisted she always carry a knife with her, "My weapons are never far from my reach."She briefly considered demonstrating for him, then realized it'd be a poor idea to suddenly pull a large weapon out in the middle of a spaceport. Kuro didn't want to get herself escorted out by security.
The waiter then returned with the check, which the stranger paid for, and stood up to take his leave. "Ah,"Kuro said, "Yes, it was rather nice speaking with you. May both our endeavors bare us fruit." She gave him a nod, then watched as he made his way away from her until she lost him in the crowds outside of the shop.
Her own drink was almost empty, by this point, so she took one last sip before discarding it in a nearby trash can, then stepped outside the café and looked around. If she was to glean more useful information out of this place, then she supposed she ought to get to work. With a deep breath, Kuro stepped forward and began looking for any signs of the Konatisan heirs yet again.