Neverwinter Forest it's late and this grate won't come down

Maude feels like a child again, slipping and sliding through the melting ice and snow, her head buried under the white mounds, the snow drifts, for moments at a time. It's only when a familiar deep voice sends the blood in her brain down to her loins that Maude relaxes, popping her head up from another snow pile. They's needs t'wake up: it's past sunrise; it's time t'work, She protests, snorting with amusement. 'Cuz I want t'be,