Finally the group moved on. Nale gave one final look at the construct before joining the others. The hero moved from one hiding spot to the next, staying in a corner before rushing forward, beware of every step he made. This was not the first prison he had been in, but this dungeon was somehow... wrong. And he didn't mean in the way of its guards. The construct was strangely made. Usually alchemists preferred to keep some kind of human or similar natural form in their creations, but that armor was more like a mockery. Perhaps there was some kind of fear factor involved.

Nale stopped hiding when the group reached some other cells. The prisoners, unmoving in their shadows, unnerved him.

"Are these prisoners like this in their natural state?" He thought aloud. He had seen many strange species throughout his hero career, and this group wasn't exactly average, so they could be another race he hadn't seen before. 

"Or are they what we would have become, had we stayed here?" This dungeon was obviously wrong, all these... monsters inside. And the prisoners seemed, well, empty. Perhaps the dark magic, which the Strange kept at bay, would turn those inside into these shadows.

Nale wanted to touch one of the prisoners, but managed to resist himself. It was best not to risk anything right now.

It was then that his attention was turned to two new arrivals. The men had apparently followed them from the cells.

"Hello" Nale greeted, "And I suppose you can join us, if that is okay with everyone else. It is a better fate than turning into one of these shadow prisoners, assuming of course they are what we could have become had the Stranger..." He pointed at the masked little one, "not released us. But we need to hurry. I don't know if you saw it, but there was a construct of some kind, made of armor and flesh, that might still be moving. And it is not alone."