Trish sees from the height of the werewolf's hand her camp, just as she'd left it that morning; fish hanging from hooks above a smoldering campfire, yesterday's laundry hanging from a wire, and the tent between two willow trees.<br/><br/>"It should be in the pink duffel bag in my tent, along with a chemist set and the herbs I used to make the shrinking potion... That is, if I haven't been looted yet..." Trish says with a bit of worry, not wanting to know what he'd do if it turned out the book wasn't there...