Wyn paid no attention to the muffled sounds coming from within the bar some distance behind him, nor the occasional vehicle driving past him as he sat in silence. Staff and students would come and go at various timings during these events, so would caterers and other service providers. It therefore was not unusual to still have a little activity along the side road even at such time of the night. With the aforementioned in mind, Wyn did not think twice when a van pulled up in front of him, assuming that it was there to drop an order of something off at the bar.

A call for assistance caught his attention, and he turned to see a young woman by the now-open trunk addressing him directly. Well, there was no one else around at the moment, and he probably looked sober enough already to be able to offer whatever help she was requesting from him. The dizziness was almost gone, but he could feel a headache starting. Despite that, he set the bottle of water down and got up to approach her. Should the organizers not be aware of any supplies coming in? They would usually communicate with the delivery personnel and have people come out to receive the items.

"Delivery?" He asked as he went around to the back of the van. "You should have a number to call. Did no one answer? Let's see what this is about..."