Richter walks to the town post and rips down several of  the older posts, clawing through until bare wood is shown.  He angrily pulls a piece of parchment out of his pouch, slams it against the post and jams a small metal dagger at the top.  It reads:
 

Wanted

Thalenir Lestral: ~6 feet, male, Empyrean, white hair, glasses, typically blue wardrobe, casts magic and stops time
Delvin Guiltleaf: ~4 feet, male, last seen as gnome, garish, stabs things, has undergone changes of race and considered an abomination
Both are highly dangerous and are capable of murder.  Do not trust either of them.  
They are wanted for spilling the blood of innocent travelers and for breaking vows of peace.
If either of those cowards wish to suffer their punishment with honor, you know where to find us.
There is no reward for their location or whereabouts, only the satisfaction of avenging those who cannot protect themselves.
- The Unnamed Order of Jastrey
 
 
Richter sighs and mutters, "You used to stand for something."  And walks away.