"Please don't-" He makes no move to stop Anders, huddled on one of the stairs. "Nothing good is to be found there, please. Wait here, your friend will come and we will all laugh and it will have been a mistake-"

Not deliberate, not an attempt to trap him down here with a mage, a dangerous mage, not an attempt on both of their lives. "Please, Ser."

Anders does not listen and Narcisse? Gives to quiet, terrified weeping where he is. Beyond the door there is a sound of a vaguely rattling chain and liquid dripping- the slow glide of metal on flesh, wet and slick and wrong.