Every evening a few minutes before sunset, a man walks around in the outskirts dressed in red, white and gold. A golden gaunlet on his cloak with a single unblinking eye on it. He seems to meticulously place a wall of garlic around the outskirts. It seems that this man has plenty of coin and isn't afraid to spend it, every single route in and out of the outskirts is covered by garlic. He'd even go as far as to crush it just a little so the scent has an easier time escaping.
It seems he did this like clockwork, every sunset he'd start at the same time, clearly this man has some vendetta with a particular person that might not enjoy garlic as much.
A single note would be left, just outside of the reach of the scent of garlic.
The man would then prompty return inside of the temple.