Dren followed him indoors... he looked around. Surrounded by people he didn't recognize and had no reason to trust... this day couldn't possibly get any worse, could? And then lo and behold, they were going to be attacked. How was it he, a man of his statue and position, had ended up amidst what he could only assume are terrorists? Why else would they have stolen the ship like this? He was just a civilian in this kind of situation... did they seriously expect him to fight alongside them? Well with the young man's question, that sure seemed to answer itself...

"Well... I know my black magic." He held his cane below the head as if to demonstrate. "And i happen to be carrying an assortment of curative items. Phoenix downs, elixirs and the like." He jostled his sleeve slightly and a bottle slid into his hand to demonstrate, containing the elixir."Don't tell me you're expecting me to fight amidst... these people." He cast an untrusting eye around the interior of the ship.