Lodi greets you with warmth and a little twirl as you admire his scarf, "Hey, what do you think of the new look? Took some doing to find a local tailor who did more than robes, but I finally feel dressed for the job."

The two of you share a silent, thoughtful moment. Weapon and Emissary, connected by a shared fate. But, equally, connected by friendship.

He sobers a little as he continues, "As kind as everyone has been, I can tell the Prophecy is still on their minds. And with good reason. The Outer Nine at work, undermining our reality. They're dead set on escaping Sol, no matter the cost. And if they degrade the integrity of our spacetime enough, they could do it."

Lodi frowns at you, deep sympathy in his gaze. "I hate to put yet another crisis on your plate, but these Nine-based distortions are manifesting across Sol causing all kinds of problem. The Vanguard is calling this an all-hands-on-deck situation. Good luck out there."