Lloyd grasps the envelope in his hand, fiddling with it, flipping it this way and that before he slides it open and reads the card, brow furl deepening. "Hm," He breathes, and sucks in some smoke, looking up at Phillip and Ha Neul. "This is very strange. I was... under the impression that. Hm." He shakes his head.
"Under the impression of what?" Susan asks, walking up, frowning deeply. "Don't tell me that you don't have a clue what's going on!"
"Well," Lloyd starts, pulling in a breath. "No. I... really. Well you see, I was under the impression that I'd be... coming here-- asking you all to come here. For what reasons... I was never told."