Kilo nodded.  At least his words seemed honorable, but the Darklings were always rumored to be the masters of deceit and the most vile of creatures that plagued the land, etc., etc.  Kilo always discounted rumors such as that, because they never had the whole truth of it, as well as the fear surrounding the dark arts.  The few who were given over to using their dark gifts for evil were always more renown than the multitudes that used their powers for benefits rather than destruction.  Superstitions were often afforded more truths than they had the credence to back up.<br/><br/>"Very well, would you care to join us?  I am known as Kilo."  He decided not to speak for Rica, keeping his name to himself.  If Rica decided to talk to this one then it would be his decision that brought it rather than Kilo's lack of respect.  He offered their new companion a chair at their table.  "Also, you may order anything you wish to drink or eat."  Snapping his fingers, he called over a gremlin to get the newcomer's order.