Contrary to what the passengers of the cart are saying - or screaming, rather, - nothing moves within sight of Timoteo's shielded eyes. Whatever they are afraid of is either not nearby, or hiding efficiently.
After activating his magic, Henry gets a glimpse of disgustingly filthy and rotting claws tearing into the man's side and chest, leaving savage marks in the flesh. The physical wounds look manageable by his healing magic, but the infection that already shows in his eyes is a very bad sign, considering it originated from the upper body and has already spread to the head. And his state, including both the infection and the wound seems to be about a week old.
The Dragon Dorado guards suddenly explode into motion from their curious staring as Paula's shout reminds them they are on duty, but nothing is there outside as far as she can see. The path behind them is as clear as is usual for the time of day. No person in their right mind wants to travel in such heat. Nonetheless, the gate gets closed quickly.