"A wonderful performance." Dren toted slightly with a brush of the brim of his hat, his summon fading as his clothes and cane retook their normal, more pristine appearences. In his head, Dren heard the familiar voice of his chattering little sidekick. 

[i]"We did real good there huh? I made a good debut! I bet everyone's really impressed, oh! Do you think you could introduce me, Mr Rache? Pleaaaaaaase?"[/i] a squeaky and annoying voice echoed around his head. 

[i]"Do be quiet."[/i] Dren chastised him mentally. [i]"We're in company, even if they know i'm talking to you, I don't want to go showing you off whilst we're in the middle of dangerous territory. Besides, I have work to do."[/i]

[i]"All work and no play Mr Rache! Just give me a chance to say hiiiiiii!"[/i] The rat insisted as Dren began to try to tune him out for the time being, his left eyebrow twitching instinctively, as it did so when he was annoyed. 

"Yes, I can do that. I need to do some collecting anyhow." Dren rummaged inside his coat and flipped a leather bag out, going around and collecting up the bits of metal and slipping them into the bag. Once he was done, he went over to the spring and took a pair of flasks out of his sleeves, filling both up with the water. And once that was done, he began whooshing around the area, picking at some grass here, snapping up a mushroom there, placing them into a secondary bag and slipping that back into his cloak. The first bag, with the metal inside, he returned to Cassius. 

"I'm all thumbs with smithing, sir. I'll trust you to transfer this to the right person... or just keep it, either works." he said before he handed over the bag and made his way back toward the wreckage. Now that he had the right materials, it was time to get to work. He'd need to bust out some old classics if he was to keep this group afloat for god knows how much longer they'd be out here.