"I doubt that assassins would be so brazen about carrying their cargo." 
"Roche, look at this." Roche approached his second in command, who was on one knee examining one of the corpses. 
"See the branding there? Looks a lot like the guys we stopped a few months before this." The skin brand in question was on the man's right pectoral in the shape of an amphibian of some kind, tail curled menacingly in the air. 
"Exactly like it. When we get back to Vizima, follow up on this, go back to where we found the first bodies and see what we can do." He cast a look at his fallen men with a flash of sorrow before mounting the wagon. 
"Get the rest of the squad assembled and meet me back at the safehouse just outside the city. We'll convene in a week." And with that, the duo of Witcher and soldier set off. Their journey would take a couple of days at most, which allowed time for reflection, a sometimes dangerous occupation that Roche didn't like to indulge in too often; however, after a few hours punctuated only by a few passing remarks about their surroundings between the two of them, Roche couldn't help but ask:
"What was it like up there with Sile? I assume because she didn't come down that you made quick work of her, which became the catalyst for...well, the crap hitting the fan. What did she say? Was there any bloody reasoning behind what she and the Lodge conspired to do?"