Abigail shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't seen them. But the estate wasn't just home to necromancers. I already told you that. There were some brilliant stitchers there, too. That's what I want. I have no interest in whatever unholy work the necromancers were up to, nor could I even use them if I wanted." She gave Lucia a glare back. "And I do not like what you are insinuating. I do not know how things are done in Valahia, but I do not believe it is polite to accuse friends of being insane necromancers. I intend to burn the notes of the necromancers, and frankly would prefer you did not even bring such things into my home. I am only interested in whatever the stitchers there were up to."