The guards get a good look at all of you. "Ha! Just messing around, free entry as always! Even to monsters, necromancers and tax evaders." The one on the left says. "All nice fellows, though, 'cept the bloke with the gun. Down right intimidating. Promise not to cause trouble now!" the one on the right says.

The guards then press the arch of the gate, with a mechanical "click" sound as they push. The door instantly rolls up like a baker making a croissant, unleashing the still setting sun and revealing a grey-brown road surrounded by several small houses and shacks.