Swamped

You opt to hold off. Better to keep that thing, whatever it is, fresh in the wizard's mind. It's the first thing you can think of that's likely to cause problems.

"Which door was it?" he asks. "I don't know who around here has children, you see."

You point to the door. You left it open, so it's easy to spot. The wizard starts walking towards it, then suddenly pauses.

"Do you hear a mallow quacking?" he asks. "Or am I imagining something?"

"Oh. That's another matter that came up." You pull the severed foot out. "Mr. Resk heard a gull, then I heard a crow. We found this, and were wondering if this might have something to do with it."

The wizard frowns.

"I'm not detecting any ether from that."

"So, what, it's just an ordinary chicken's foot?"

"It might be. It also might be a chicken's foot that's somehow been empowered by a god."

That raises some strange questions in your mind, but they're less pressing than the questions raised by the vaguely humanoid pile of dead bugs rushing out the door and charging directly at you and the wizard. Questions like, why is it so much larger than you remember, how is it moving that fast, and most of all, what are you going to do about it.