Muse still had trouble wrapping her mind around different weather in different parts of the world. Her rational brain, of course, knew that this was a thing. Experiencing it was something else entirely. "Oh, necromancy!" That was a much more interesting topic to linger on. She knew what necromancers were. A couple of years back she had met a bean sidhe whose time on earth had started a rather long line of necromancers, and the fae had been terribly proud of that fact. Muse had looked in on them in her viewing pool to see what the fuss was about. They were a bit unpleasant by human standards, certainly, but not so bad if you were used to the bean sidhe. Really, she just wondered if the smell bothered them. At least the bean sidhe only looked corpsey. Necromancers had to deal with actual corpses, and Muse just imagined that got terribly messy. Now that she was paying attention, she could smell death on this one, but it wasn't so bad. It wasn't fresh, anyway. "I'm a bit fuzzy on how that all works. The eyes mean you need to, ah, play, right?" Play seemed like a pleasant enough word for it.
The necromancer's question brought out a surprised expression from the fae. Muse would have thought the answer was rather obvious. "I'm going into the town," she answered. "It's supposed to be quite interesting. I mean, it's not New York City or anything, but I tried that and I wasn't really ready for the air of that place. Hard to get a fresh breath with so many people crowded together. It was like that in India, in parts, but there were more opportunities to break away."