Dren was lost amidst the performance for a while as he seemed to enjoy himself. Then all hell broke loose.

"MOTHER OF MERCY!" He cried in surprise, struggling to keep his balance as he saw knights approaching, harpoons above and the woman he'd been dancing with. Glancing quickly between them and recalling her sudden appearance, Dren put the pieces together. And he certainly wasn't risking himself for the little tart, not today. Even with his connections and lordly appearance, soldiers tended not to care in these sorts of situations. He had to act fast if he was to flee and make himself scarce. Spying the bomb on the stage, he got an idea. 

With cane in hand he sped toward it and struck into the stage at an angle, chanelling a burst of energy through the cane, enough to free the bomb from its small crater and flick it toward the soldiers. With the distraction set, he promptly exited stage right, the closest door he could find.