Durus looked at Tessa and the wolf and made an apology, "I am sorry, this cursed armor... it makes me forget who I am. Especially in the heat of battle. And no lady Tessa, I will not need your healing." Durus knew that once the metal cooled down, any damage that had occurred would be dealt with. Knowing that while the armor keeps him prisoner it also keeps him alive. Like a sick warden. However that became sting of thoughts became moot once the Wolf talked of guards. 

Placing the sword in its sheath, Durus said "There is a gate to the north that we could go through, its how I got into this blasted city. It is seldom used and poorly guarded, it'll be the death of this city but for now it shall be our salvation." With that Durus began to head in that direction, the fight had dislodged some information but from experience he knew that he had now forgotten something. Damned armor. Lost in his hateful broodings, Durus was knocked out of it with the sound of sizzling. Jolting to attention, Durus found that it was starting to rain and the armor was beginning because of it. If they continued on their way it wouldn't be a problem... hopefully.