He'd heard the first scream — many had. Most of those who had heard were too delirious or sick to do more than stare around them in feverish alarm, but fortunately Ashraf is doing a little better than that. He'd cast his array of magic over himself before beginning his search, and spent the next few minutes searching through all nearby rooms, in a barrage of glowing, unnaturally fast-moving, and increasingly high grim priest. Nothing, nothing, nothing— it's at the second scream that he suddenly remember another option. The roof.

It doesn't take him long to get up the stairs to the door, and less time from there to throw it open. He takes in the scene at a glance — a woman, an animal, and a hideous amount of suffering.

"Leave it!" He's striding forward as he shouts, deep and with all the authority 75 years can manage. He has no idea who had been screaming, or what's going on, but it will be stopped. "Let go of the animal and step away."