Dren managed to walk at least 20 paces before he found a more open area. Figuring he could use it to find an easy way to civilization if he teleported up a tree, he stepped out into the open.

...and he stumbled right upon the terrorists. Or what was left of them anyway. And one of them was waving him over.

"Codswallop..." Dren muttered under his breath. Literally he couldn't have asked for worse luck if he wanted to... well, there wasn't much use in running now, was there? With their numbers they'd probably catch up to him if he tried to flee from them... just when he thought he might be able to save face. He could see the fellow who'd offered him a job amidst them too... well at least he'd survived. The only person here he could put any semblance of trust into. He sighed and began approaching them, cane swishing amidst the grass of the woods. 

"Glad to see you survived." he said to the group as he approached. Technically he wasn't lying.