"None, I'm afraid. There are recorded messages on the Convoy giving us direction, but short of our destination and cryptic warnings, we have little to work with beyond the scraps of information we've gathered in our travels."

Digging into his pocket, he pulls out a peculiar card, patterned with black and red. "More recently, it seems writing from our worlds have appeared. I'm not sure why or what this implies, but it's added a further layer of complications."