Two new individuals appeared from the cells, both men. Both of them looked like beggars or thieves. But then again, no one here weren't exactly in their best looks. Nale's outfit wasn't what he usually wore either. He assumed the uniform was confiscated along with his weapons and equipment.

The Stranger was right. Now it was not the right time for spelling. Nale nodded and turned to the others.

"Hello River" He greeted one of the winged women. "You can call me Nale. Now, before we leave I think there is one thing about me you all need to know. I am good at hiding, and I mean really good. So, umm, if it is fine with others, I could act as a scout for us, go ahead and-"

His speech was interrupted by the sound of metal clanging. An armored construct appeared in front of them. Thanks to Stranger's... power, it stopped, at least partially, but it still moved. Some of the group prepared to fight, But Nale wasn't rule if it was the right call.

"Wait!" He exclaimed to the the winged woman, River apparently, preparing to fight. "The masked one said 'Leave', not 'Fight'. I think they wished for us to move out before the construct's comrades come running. Look, I hate the idea of running away as much as the..."

But then the Undead began crappling with the construct.

"Uhh... nevermind. Just spread out. It can't attack more than two at once, and it moves slowly."

Nale hated fighting like this. Usually he would find a good hiding spot and strike from there when the opportunity presented itself. In an open combat he was next to useless.