Go see the Grand Wizard

Making her way to the Grand Wizard’s office, Thyra soon found out that the civilized manners meant that she could simply barge into the Grand Wizard’s chambers, but instead she found herself sitting in a small office, opposite an old man sitting behind his well-filled desk, looking rather interested as Thyra told her tale, which wasn’t exactly that long, as she only remembered roughly where she came from (in other words: not from Gordor), and left out the sex scenes with the brothers (she was pretty sure that it would not impress the man).
“Yes, I do understand your predicament.” The man, a secretary to the Grand Wizard, said as Thyra rounded off describing her situation, “but the Magical Academy of Gordor is not a charity organization. And however much I like to help you, I’m not the one in charge, so you have to receive the Grand Wizard’s attention, and it’s going to cost you. In gold.”
“How much gold would such help cost me?” Thyra asked, recognizing that it was only fair for them to demand something in return for their help.
“Oh, roughly about 1000 gold crowns, which is a lot of money you know. But it is a complicated procedure restoring a person’s memory, and the rituals and potions involved are expensive.”
“I understand. Where could I acquire such a sum in a short period of time?”
“Well, there’s always one or two people here at the school that can use a healthy, strong woman like you. And there’s always the bulletin board down by the grand market.”
“I am thankful for your help. And I will return as soon as I have the gold.”
Thyra left the secretary’s office, and considered where she should get going to, the grand market she had seen on her way to the Academy, and there seemed to be a few good meeting spots at the Academy itself.