"Just a small one." Confusion was easily the emotion of the moment. "You didn't know? It made the papers months ago. The dead just up and broke out of the graves, they even broke the cement over their coffins. They must have been trying to break through for days. One of the local military units took care of it, but ever since they decided to do a patrol every so often just in case." Misty would ask how the jester hadn't known, since it was such a sensational headline for short while, but these days anything seemed possible.
Misty remained confused as she looked at the woman's costume. "What's wrong with what you're wearing? I just assumed you were going to a party or have been shopping at Guises." If the costume held any meaning other than being a clown, Misty had no clue what it could be.