A third of the world is covered by the howling maelstrom that was born a century ago. It is not ordinarily a place you'd find people surviving, but sometimes things appear in it. Strange things - otherworldly things - brought into the mist of a howling storm of cloudy dust and wind that blows in whichever direction it wants.
"Huh! I don't think I've heard the name, what would they look like if I'd seen them?"
"Well, that doesn't help me know if any wondrous and terrifying things I've encountered were his work or not."
"No, that's fine, if you don't actually have anything nice to say about them I don't mean to put you on the spot obliging you to be his advertising department. Are you aware that the slave trade is banned in Kenton?"
"Alas that it is not presently up for review! Since he's not her father, I'm afraid you cannot advertise for the apprehension of this child anywhere in town at all. It's an attempt to enter into a black market, you see."
"It does say that! I suppose you're imagining someone passes through Kenton to see the advertisement, encounters her later in some other place, and then swings through Wilder with her? But Kenton is not the place to go for slaver gigs. Because the slave trade is banned."
"I'm sure! I have no jurisdiction in any other town, but here I can't allow it."
"I can't allow advertisements to be posted here encouraging participation in banned trades even if the trade takes place elsewhere."
"I'm also separately skeptical that the bounty's legitimate. You can't tell me anything about how this fellow supposedly made his fortune, who's to say he has one?"
"How about you find such a person or two, and find me at the mayoral office after my rounds to corroborate that?"