[It's a lot to absorb, the idea of a world where necromancy isn't just a branch of magic, but it's the only magic, and apparently perfectly acceptable too. She of course has questions as to the ethics of it in his world, but as he has said, it's not really the time for that.

She lets him usher her into the sitting room and settles in on the couch, resting her elbows on her knees when he admits that he's not the only necromancer in town, but assures her she the others aren't anything to be concerned about.

Of course there are other necromancers. Why wouldn't there be necromancers in the world beyond the Flesh Door?]

Yeah, we can talk the ethics of your magic another time, maybe. I guess you probably already know I can do magic too - just not... that kind of magic. But yeah, some tea would be great. Thank you.