'You there, we've a wolf-problem which needs addressing. Some time ago, Adso bought a fine, fat milk-cow out of Buckland, but filthy wolves out of the Old Forest stole it, slaughtered it, and dragged it off.

'Hunt down the foul wolves in the northern part of the Old Forest. Bring me pelts as evidence of your work.

'I won't take any old, shabby pelt, mind you. I'll only accept the largest and most lustrous.'