Dren frowned at the individual speaking... he felt an odd sense of familiarity untoward him... he couldn't place it, but something definitely struck him about this particular person... and yet here they were antagonizing him. The utter gall of it, he thought.

"I came here to watch a play and now i'm a target of the land... I would say I am innocent in this situation, I have done nothing to be a part of this and yet I am thrust into these matters of which I have no stake." He defended himself with a slight ruffle of his coat at the end of his sentence. No-one was truly and completley innocent, of course. That was utterly impossible. Yet in this situation, Dren truly believed he had done nothing to deserve this. He turned back to the other fellow and showed him the bottle. "Yes, it is self brewed. I trade for ingrediants and glassware then create my wares. They're all very potent, I assure you." he swished the bottle around a bit as if to prove it.