Trish cringes at the though of being shoved up the wolf's cock, or being near it at any size.<br/>"A-a spell book?! Potions, elixirs and tricks beyond you're wildest dreams? It's at my camp and it's all yours if you let me go! And with the book you can make my bow normal size, which is yours now too! Finest bow I've ever shot. Please consider!" Trish begs with great desperation; going far enough to offer her most prized possessions for her life.