"Ye gods..." Dren glanced over the side of the ship down below at where the bomb had hit... jeezus, innocent lives lost... this was not part of his business. He was a merchant, not a murderer... nor a cohort TO murderers. He looked back to the strange individual with a slight tilt of the heat and adjusting his top hat. 

"W-what?! Coming after us?! I'm not a part of this, what have you even gotten me into here?!" Dren demanded to know, but followed him regardless. Even if he didn't trust this stranger as far as he could throw him... right now Dren didn't exactly have a lot else to go on. He was a little scared and considerably confused, having arrived here just to watch a simple play and now being plunged into some deadly scenario with soldiers nipping his heels... even his spells and items wouldn't match a platoon of soldiers.