Some days ago....
Two human-like swordsmen—by the look of it, armor and blades a plenty—linger outside the northern walls of the Gate.
They appear to be either drunk from drinking from many a wine bottle scattered at their feet, and wandering the grassy knoll, drunk as skunks and putting their noses to the earth in earnest, or...something else keeps them...focused...upon the area.
Any nearby farm lands citizens may have cause for alarm...but before any may take to worry beyond comfort, the two swordsmen blaze a path by foot, west.