That there was a shift in black cloth along the man's cloak could have just as easily been an errant breeze as it might have been a tail or a cantrip set into the weave. The motion was visible only due to the tattered nature of what had once been very fine material, so that like spider silk, the edges of the cloak caught every and any shift of its owner.
The road had the thick ruts in it from multiple carriages through an area which no doubt grew swampy during wet seasons. Someone with hard earned tax money had come back and spilled fine gravel over the road's surface but wagon wheels won and the gravel was pounded into the dust as well as forcibly migrated to the center of the road. No doubt, when it had been initially done, it had helped for a month or longer. No longer, for the ruts forced wagons caught into them, to roll in their premade tracks.
All better that neither of the two men had a wagon or even a handcart. They carried their belongings in large packs, the slighter of the pair having tied his tightly to his body. At his side, he carried two black sheathed blades which peered out from the fore of his cloak though the cloak, tunic, and all the man wore was in black as well, so only a very astute eye may have seen the delicate blade hilts.
With the sun overhead, the slighter of the men was warm under the black turban. He'd changed out both the facial wrap to a lighter cloth, and the charms which he now wore. The charms were those of his own making, to cool his body under all of the unseasonable clothing, utilizing the copper realm coins but with a far stronger magic set upon them. That he chose the charms and not to undress might have been a point of discussion for any one else but for these two, for they held their own secrets and steadfastly guarded one another's privacy from their own selves.
They moved quickly, both accustomed to walking for long distances through all forms of weather. It would have seemed almost as if they had a place to go, a destination and perhaps, in a manner of speaking they did, each one of them with their own journey. That they walked together was more happenstance and some strange, silent camaraderie which decreed their keeping one another company for the miles they'd traveled. So long as their prey stood before them both, they would travel the same road.