A new poster has been stuck into the community board, held in place with a bloodied knife.

Attention all residents of this disgusting town,

I am Katavwyn, leader of the Children of Liberation. One of you, a Hazel Smokewood, has made the mistake of killing one of our members in defense of the traitor Erebos. This slight against us must be compensated, or else we will compensate ourselves. Give us Erebos before the month's end, or we will be burning this town and killing all of you. Consider this the only warning that will be given.

A smaller note has been attached to it.

Erebos also has gone by Nyx, Hemera, Scotus, Metis, Eros, Eos, Tenebrae, and Somnia.

Hazel paused by the board, brow furrowed.

Kill?

She did nothing of the sort...

Pinned to the board with a rusty nail is the following message.

Freaks like you always come into town looking for trouble.

How about we skip to the part where you go home with your tails between your legs?

Meet me in the arena with two of your best fighters.
I'll take them both at the same time. 
If I win, you leave us alone, if you win, you get to do what you want to this town. 

- Sangiban

A piece of parchment would be stacked up against the notice with some rust, acting as an adhesive to glue the writing down somewhat.

I am Solormandre d'Ancator.

I challenge one of your pesky little rats to a duel.

Yes, I do intend on brutally slaughtering you, as is requested by the traitor your organization.

Please come to the city, posthaste to fight me.