Buffy hits any strange bedroll with a combo dispel/frost spell before using it.

Lothran does that too! Or a similar thing anyway

Elven intelligence, I reckon..

It’s still Rain’s Hand I reckon
The Desert
Dar —
Sorry about the mess. The elf chucked this little book you gave her into the fire tonight. I guess she’s done counting coins and liquor bottles for you. She’s had a rough couple of days so don’t take it personal. I got it out but you can see it suffered. Still there’s enough room to write some more things down for you.
We stayed in Dune until the sand quit blowing. That would be two nights and five pots of meat stew. Yeah, “meat.” You know it’s odd stuff if I’m wondering. It was close quarters in that hut but I don’t need to tell you she’s good company in those type situations. I’m talking about dice and card games you dirty fetcher.
When it cleared up we didn’t get far down the trail before she got her tail busted by a sandcrawler. I was involved with a desert troll at the time and I missed it until I heard her squeaking. I don’t think she knew it was going to bite her. We got some grubs out of the carcass for you to put in your potions. Real nasty, you’re going to love em.
Also we got so much spider silk and venom we may ship it home since I’m tired of hauling it. Most of it from one cave. Don’t ask the elf about that story.
Anyway today we had to kill a bunch of wood elves who came over the hill at us like they thought we were someone else. I hope we find a caravan out here because now we have a fair number of blades and bows to trade, all good Bosmeri make. That’s what made Lil toss your book in the fire. She started to figure up what we stripped off her dead countrymen and I guess that was the final straw.
Oh, that reminds me of a joke about camels. Best to just tell you later.
So I was saying Lil was in a mood over those elves we had to kill and it was getting hot. We found a place to heal up and get some rest out of the sun and that’s where we still are. It’s anohaysisoheyesa place with trees and water. Lil’s splashing around in there now. The sun’s down and we’ve got some sandcrawler parts on a spit. I guess I’d better go down there and watch her back before something gets a taste of elf for dinner. We’ll stand watch tonight. We can’t be the only ones who like palm trees, and I’m told the smart folks travel when the moons are up. We may get some company.
I should tell you I’m in charge of the food and Lil keeps track of the water. I’ll write down when we see something interesting, but I’m not going to count up the ale bottles. Or maybe I won’t write it down but now you know I thought about it.— Jerric