Is there a draft? You'd think this was Asmodae, with how cold it's been lately. The cold really gets into your bones. Not that you'd know about that, Daeva!

I have this cane, but it's not much help if my hands freeze so much I can't keep hold of it.

• "Why not go inside where it's warm?"

I'm waiting for my son. I said I'd meet him here, but he's late. If I go somewhere else, I'm afraid he'll miss me.

Blasted boy! Never on time! I'll give him a piece of my mind when he gets here.

• "Don't you have gloves?"

Oh, you're a kind one! Not like my boy. He's all mischief. Ah, but he means well.

Here I go chatting away again. I don't want to keep you here if you're going to do me a good turn!

• "I'll be back in a trice!"

Give Neltise, whose hands are freezing, some nice warm Brax Gloves.

My, all that rushing about! I suppose you have them already, do you? Young people nowadays; I can't keep up. Still, it's good for me if you are quick!

• "Here, some gloves!"

Yes, these take me back! Smell that brax leather!

Thank you, young Daeva. It's not every Daeva who will stop and do an old lady a good turn. Now, please take this egg. I was hoping to keep it, but I have to be honest with myself. I can't keep up with a pet these days, and my son is too absent-minded to look after it.