Message to Elektra from your Master

To the fetid, dried up whore who calls herself Elektra.

Your Master frowns upon your choice, and will come to exact his toll.

When Elektra is shown these notices, she laughs out , pointing to the message.
She then scribbles on each one:
"Bring it , pacter... You and your fetid master!"

((Shadowwolf, please keep in mind that the guards will have been able to see who posted this.))

The guards look at the man posting the message and raise a brow. While they don't stop him just yet, they note his description, thinking he may be a slave master due to his words.

Once the guards see what is replied, they notify the other guards and militia of the town that if this man is to be seen again, he is to be brought into questioning as to his nature and if the 'pacter' part is true.

((No problem... was not hiding leaving the messages))

Tyraxus can be seen wandering the town regularly no attempts at hiding or being sneaky.

((Please let me know if the guards would like to hall him in for questioning ))

The guards would stop Tyraxus and bring him in for questioning.

((PM me your availability))

*Tyraxus offers no resistance as the guards escort him*

Excuse me friend.... as you see I am offering no resistance.. but may I ask why I am being detained?

After Tyraxus was pointed out to Elektra that he was the one thought to have posted the message, she took her time , until she passed him elsewhere.
upon casual confrontation, he revealed that he was paid to post the message, and did it exactly as told to do so. .and for no price , would reveal who paid him to post it.
She then asked him if she could pay him to deliver a return message, and he agreed for a fraction of what she had just offered.
"Three words . . ." , She told him to send," . . .I. . .. Don't . . . ..Care. . . ." .

Then she went on to say that of all the pressing things on her agenda, managing the guild, the construction of the Keep defenses, the war with undead and strategy how to best defeat them, managing relationships, planning alliances, paying bills. ... the last thing she would be worried about , would be some chicken turd who was not even brave enough to face her, but has to pay someone else to say . . . what ever. . . .
She went on with her adventures, leaving Tyraxus peacefully.