It's horrible, I tell you! Strange things happening in the spire, the magister and his apprentices run off, and then the next thing that you know, the whole grounds are overrun with these magical beasties! And who told Wyllithen? No one, that's who!
<class>, you've got to help me clear some of these things out... I cannot maintain the grounds while these 'anomalies' are running amok!
Take this pocket change; it's not much but it's all that I have at the moment. Feel free to dispatch a few more of the beasties on your way out, if you'd be so kind.