[Maria's pretty bloody miserable in this cold weather- it's been almost a decade since she's had to put up with anything like as much snow as this and she could do with having a cloak about her person- but instead she's bundled up in a thick wool coat with a stolen hoodie from one of her husband's drawers in the dresser beneath it. The hood's pulled up over her head and she's doing her best to stay warm when she's clapped upon the shoulder and she hears the familiar drawl of a Yorkshire-man.

Nostalgia for this Nottinghamshire lady, that's for sure.]

I can't say I've paid much attention to those peddling jewels about these parts, lad. You'd be better off finding a merchant that offers a warming cup of something hot.