Theron stands before the town posting board, frowning as he sees the wall of papers already there. Wanted posters, missives, declarations. Enough to write a book with.
"I'm gonna need to coffer up to the red caps to get the word out at this point." He grumbles and finds room enough for his own post that is...mostly can be seen with merely the corners tucked in behind under things.
"I thought being a demon hunter would at least free me from bureaucracy and over head." he says with a self- deprecating smile, and sits down at a nearby table, flopping a book open to a pre-marked page.