"No, no, hold off a moment." Roche squinted for a moment, focusing on the clothing of those who accompanied the treasure trove Eve had already identified.
"Commander, we've got a bead on em from the treeline just across from us. Just got to give em the signal." Ves implored, slight agitation betraying her desire to eliminate the perceived threat. 
"Something about this is off. The cloaks they're wearing, the stitching..." He shook his head, knowing that the more he delayed, the farther away the caravan became. The Blue Stripes commander nodded.
"Do it. Quietly." In a flicker of a moment arrows ejected from the trees bordering the path that the caravan took, most of the missiles hitting their mark with precision. Out of the six travelers, two remained, both of them flanking the wagon with swords brandished in their hands, a glow emanating from the tip of the blades. As the trio descended from the hilltop, screams of agony assaulted their ears. What they found upon getting to level ground were the bodies of three Commandos crumpled at the base of their former perches, smoke wafting from holes burned through their chests. 
"Mages?" Vernon asked to no one, approaching the bodies before examining them with a cautious eye.
"No blood. Clean entrance and exit..." He swiveled his head around to find that the figures with the glowing swords were now missing. Striding to the caravan, he extracted a rolled up piece of parchment that, when unveiled, had a column of..ingredients?
"Wormstooth, Vampire oil...potion ingredients?" He handed the parchment to Eve as he rummaged through the other rolls of paper to find similarly inscribed "recipes". 
"You're the Witcher; what are all these recipes for?"