The Stranger appeared to listen closely to Nale before putting their hand over their chest and bowing their head in an apparent expression of gratitude. "Maybe- no" They replied before looking down the hall in the direction of more faint lights, back out to the connecting hall which no doubt would lead to another cell block. "Forward, left, forward, forward, forward, right, right, forward, left, forward...up"  they mimic'd back before another curious reverberation of an echo almost sounded as if it added, [i][color=gray]"Iz down...iz up...iz down..."[/color][/i]
The voice was androgynously light and made The Stranger looked up and as if having just noticed it, and not expecting it. 

Their attention was drawn back to the group as the towering corpse of a woman then approached. The questions earned only a blank stare from the cat-like slit eyes behind the mask. A knowing, hesitant look. One that had no words or want for answers to give.
The Stranger's affliction was convenient in this instance along with the revenant's attention span as they made to retrieve a torch from the wall, abandoning the question in favor of another. "[color=598527]Guards[/color]" they simply replied with Jericho's voice whom they'd seemed not the least bit surprised by their announcement.

Distant echoing clunks of heavy metal scraping along cobblestone directed The Stranger's attention down the hall to the T-intersection they'd said to turn left at. From the right came what looked like a suit of armor...or more like two suits of armor. The arms and legs joined to form four long bulky legs running from two cuirasses fused together at the waist. Wax dribbled down its form from a series of candles in various states of use on its back, though as the substance dripped onto the floor, it evaporated into audible sizzles of steam.
It lumbered down the hall before stopping at the intersection and shifting to face the group as if it were casually patrolling until very clearly noticing the group. It let out a sound akin to a low bark mashed up with a tortured scream before the opening that should have once held a neck sprouted a series of clawed hands and arms with enough force to bend the metal around it. They gripped and rent at the air before charging in a gallop, grunting and giggling with malicious excitement until leaping for The Stranger, still stuck in their maintenance of their spell.

The armored hands stopped first, the grayscale washing from the tips of the long appendages before overtaking the sprouted arms. All the while, its momentum sharply cut down until there came a noise of cracking and grinding metal from its front half being frozen by the same spell that bound the spirits. "Found! Found it! It! Kazzok! Found!" it madly barked in a guttural bass, even the sound slightly dampened by whatever it had become stuck in. Well, [i]half[/i] stuck, as one of its back arms reached into the neck-section of the other piece of armor, drawing a mace and swinging it into the grayscale as if testing, careful to keep its hands out. The other hand repeated the movement, drawing a longsword for more reach as it swung at the air in the direction of the rest of the group though falling short by at least five to seven feet.

The stranger quickly looked between the present 'heroes' and then back to the other open cells before nodding. "[color=ed1c24]First- Leave[/color]... [color=598527] Appreciate yer 'elp- all- guards to come knockin', aye?[/color]" They echoed Uriel and then Jericho in cut up fragments, the pace of speech quickened with alarm.