Jaym'row:
”Hey, you two, the huntmaster needs to see you. It’s urgent!”
The footsteps reverse direction and begin fading away. You take a quick look around the tree and get a glimpse of the departing figures: a man in his twenties with a red beard and dressed in fine but practical daywear, and a brown-haired man in rough hunting garb. The man who hailed them seems to be a town guardsman. They walk toward the tower in the center of the keep and disappear into the stony edifice.