Not that Felix blamed him. If he had been in command of the ship he would have forbade any of the crew except the Slayers to go down. And the only reason he would not have forbade them was because he would have known it was useless to give them orders anyway.

“We’ll dock at the tower,” he said. “And you can make your way down. At least the thing is still standing, and it looks completely undamaged too. That’s a stroke of luck.”
“Is it?” Felix asked, drawing his dragon-hilted sword. “I wonder if luck has anything to do with it.”

Grey Seer Thanquol chuckled malevolently. It was all coming together perfectly. All the pawns were in position. He had even managed to recontact that imbecile Lurk. Perhaps the little runt might still prove to be of some use, Thanquol thought, though he did not have high hopes. Lurk had not proven to be that great a minion in the past. Still, you could never tell.
He looked at the blond-furred breeder he had ordered brought up from the cellar. He guessed she was attractive by the strange standards of the humans, and you never knew, he might be able to use her as a negotiating chip. Human males were strangely protective of their breeders, the Horned Rat alone knew why.
He showed her his fangs menacingly, and to his surprise she showed neither fear nor awe. Instead she spat on his face. Thanquol licked away the spittle with his long pink tongue and flexed his claws menacingly. Once again, the breeder surprised him. She reached for the hilt of the sword that was no longer scabbarded at her waist, and Thanquol was suddenly glad it was not there. It seemed that this breeder might actually be dangerous.
“Be very quiet!” he chittered softly and menacingly. “Or your life will be forfeit. Grey Seer Thanquol has spoken.”
If she recognised his name she gave no sign. “It’s always nice to know the name of the rat you intend to kill,” she said.
Thanquol opened his eyes a fraction and let her see the power burning there. This time she did quail a little, as almost anyone would when confronted by the supernatural glow.
“Do not be stupid, breeder. Kill me you will not. Live you only at my pleasure. Die you will if you annoy me.”
“You are the skaven sorcerer of whom Felix spoke,” she murmured to herself, so low that Thanquol almost did not hear. Almost.
“Know you the accursed Felix Jaeger?” he demanded.
She seemed to realise her mistake for her mouth snapped shut, and she said nothing more. Thanquol bared his fangs in a grin. “Interesting.