Dren had been surprised the... well... now frankly THING that he had seen had returned unto them. Considering his attitudes and... well, appearence during that encounter, Dren had assumed he'd gone on some forest wide rampage. But to see him here again... interesting. Perhaps there were thoughts directing action instead of instinct. He'd helped get the torch burning with his magic at the very least. 

The elegant fellow's words further intrigued Dren. Whether the man was terrorist or not, he'd clearly pilfered a silver tongue from the most cunning charmer. Just who was this rogueish person whom he now followed for survival's sake? Maybe he would not even get an answer... now was hardly the time for one. 

"Madam." Dren removed his hat and bowed slightly for her. He was uncertain as to why the elegant fellow called her by a title denoting regality... it certainly wasn't apparent. Perhaps it was simply an opposite cultural thing he was missing. Regardless, he had his manners, especially around a lady. "Dren Roche, formally. Alchemist and magician, at your service." He might as well have been at this point, honestly.