Berserker freezes up instinctively when he hears the voice behind him. He turns around quickly to ... hear a familiar name. Different-looking, sure, but it's enough for the dragon to trust him for now. There's too much at risk to refuse his help right now, especially with the undue attention they're drawing.

"He's too weak to walk. Drugged up." Translation: I have one hand I can use.

The immediate problem is the enforcer. Secondary is that chimera that ran off. This situation has gone so far out of his control that it's frustrating. The enforcer he can deal with, the monsters are more difficult for him.

"Waver...Stay calm. You're safe with us." He looks to Geralt. "Take him and deal with the monsters, I'll handle the guards."