I sought Xûr, the "Jovian"—he whose will is not his own, belonging only to the Nine. A sad puppet of a thing, marked by the passage of time and wounds poorly healed. His company is difficult to bear. I tried to coax some information from him on the off chance there might be an indication of the Nine's plans, but… nothing. Or a wall, a barrier placed somewhere within his mind. I asked of the will he does carry, of how he sources his weapons, of where he is from. I think there was almost something. A word, or two, a sentence begun… …And then all he had to say was that his will was not his own. He offered me a Jötunn, a duplicate of the infamous tinderbox crafted by the Black Armory. I didn't take it. I wonder if there could be merit in seeking out the Jovians. Do they still exist? Our records have nothing about people like this from the Outer planets. Lodi came from nowhere, too. Or would have seemed to, if he couldn't tell us of his origins. Always questions. Never answers.