“Life is brutal. Billions of years of things eating other things to survive. But at least it has meaning. What is life if you don’t need anything to survive?”

Light checked the time. “I’d say it’s the start of ‘tonight’, yeah. They didn’t specify a time so we must assume whoever might be here going to be here a while, no? I'm not hungry yet, and am in no mood to sit down when we've come all this way to find the person responsible for the messsage. I think we should search the restaurant, look for clues. Maybe if there is a member of staff around here we could ask them…” 

He looked around. The paths between nests were crowded with rowdy and low-status Chekeri, with the occasional QV and Tindrel, but no one who looked like they might work here. Though that was difficult to discern. A song about the four horsemen of the apocalypse crackled through speakers overhead.