It's a little later in the evening that Dren walks in on the scene. He's still exploring the city, trying to get his bearings before he decides to commit to anything--or, at least, that's the reason he'd give. Maybe he's just exploring for fun.

He's of two minds on Syriac Well. On the one hand, everything does look very nice. On the other, it also all looks very much the same. He could see himself getting bored of the place rather easily. Then he becomes aware of a horrific noise. Someone seems very upset about something.

He follows the sound, neither hurried nor dawdling. When he finally comes upon the scene in question, he frowns at it, taking in all the details.

Something about that house bothers him. It might be the ominous blackness inside, or maybe the fact that all the house's portals of entry have been thrown open. It's probably mostly because of the distressed figures in front of the place though.

Dren cautiously approaches the bellowing young man and prods him experimentally in the ribs with his cane. "What exactly do you want help with?"