Marianas Graves receives a strange phone call (possibly as her morning wake-up). Due to normal interference and a particularly thick accent it likely took several seconds to realize it was NOT a prank call but, instead, a grown man babbling nervously at her. The only things that made sense were "9äm" and the name of a relatively close Tram stop. Thankfully this is not the Swift Canton, so the stop locations can be announced at least a day in advance instead of twenty minutes.
Sigvard Hans for his part arrived early with a decent sized cooler clutched in one hand planning to defend it with his LIFE from errant hands or hungry mouths... up until lunchtime, anyway. He had chosen this particular one because it was light, sturdy, and had a latch on it. Due to various events he has been strongly considering adding a padlock despite the extra weight.
While there are an array of humans, anthro critters, elementals, and one family of ogres the crowd is quite a bit thinner at this time. Just past the early morning crush and before lunchtime. Mr. Hans is looking around for a particular woman, but his view is largely being blocked.