[Lyall is there early, bartering what little he has for more of those terrible ration things. He has to eat, even if those awful bars of protein don't satisfy like good, red meat does. Even the people are starting to look tasty, around here, which is anathema to a werewolf like him.

He's easy enough to find. After all, he may have managed to barter a little more for a different set of clothes, but he tried to make it as close to what he's used to as possible. He still looks anachronistic, particularly with his spectacles balanced on his nose as he watches credits change hands impatiently.]