"I'm not looking for a miracle. I just need a Witcher's eye to go over something that I know we're missing...and that's hard for me to admit." Roche nodded to the two commandos who were unloading the cart before motioning for Eve to follow him back around the corner they had rounded earlier, chuckling a bit at Eve's curiosity. 
"I don't think you've ever gone a conversation without asking at least three questions in a row." They walked up a ramp that led back to the main road, the Commando walking straight ahead to a massive wooden gate that wheeled open upon presenting his credentials. He stayed silent on the subject brought up by Eve until they were past the gate and onto a dirt path that was flanked on the left by a crystalline lake connected to the Pontar. Crates and other assorted paraphernalia related to shipping were strewn on the shore below, but Roche seemed more occupied with the shack sitting on wooden struts accessible by a plank bridge. 
"They're old enemies of Vizima. Don't know if they're Nilfgaard, Redanian or anything else for that matter. All I know is that the normal gang issues that have infested the city have been replaced with more organized hits on shipping caravans, supply routes and an even more brazen attack on the outskirts of the palace(which was, thankfully, at night when the public couldn't be whipped into a frenzy). They seem to want to disrupt Vizima, but for what reasons? Still unclear. And that bothers me to no end." They walked into the shack to find a blue stripes commando seated in a chair next to a mangled mess of a corpse. 
"That'll be all, Nek." 
"Thanks be to Melitle." The guard mumbled as he slipped out, Roche motioning to the half severed arm, neck gashed open and other wounds.
"Tell me what you think. What killed him?"