Half of the Fade was symbolism and double meanings. Davrin was not a fan of either. There was nothing to do, though, but push ahead. At least he could still literally walk forward instead of having to complete some symbolic gesture. He made his way to the first closed door, but continued to interrogate Spite the best he could as he went.

"How did our mages not notice he was still- what? Enchanted?"

Had the Venatori blood magic never been fully purged? Hidden, maybe, by the presence of Spite.