Lock and mage are seated at dinner

A tiny, dark rift appears in the ceiling

It grows....a hand begins to emerge

...it's a dimensional HANNNDDD! black and green and purple all over...it hands a letter to warlock

envelope says "from the twisting nether cometh new message"

It's brolock! "Does this beard make me look like a mage?"

also that his void says hi

mage: 'i thought we agreed on on fel-phone use at the table'