Dronas look up at the women behind him. Braedug had already made the point that having one muscle such as himself was strange. Too bring two in and one just before they set off. That was stranger still. However he knew the Tinn's nore Molech would be argued with and so he merely nodded his head and had another drink. This would definitely be something he had to bring up with Braedug. Standing up Dronas spoke.

"Still don't hear a name being said. So I will ask again. Who the fuck are you?" 

Eyeing the man up and down Dronas had another question.

"What do you do? No way a hired goon, much like myself, would be able to afford armour like that? Looks way to professional, especially if you are down for taking jobs to guard merchandise."