Roche listened intently, choosing to not interrupt his companion and instead weigh the ramifications of what Eve told him silently. He was about to respond to her shortened account of events when she quickly turned the tables, an all too familiar pattern in their relationship. Right when he was about to ask her questions about some important thing or concept she brought up, she avoided going further and quickly changed the subject. That was, of course, his opinion and would have to bring it up to her sometime, but for now...

"I assume you're familiar with the Salamandra? Criminal underworld attempting to overthrow Vizima? While they've disbanded almost completely, there are still remnants here and there that the local guard have trouble stomping out. Claim that they can use magic and 'disappear' right when any of them close. Foltest thought it would be wise for the Stripes to look into the matter as best as we could. Ves and a couple of my men found a group hiding in an abandoned brothel not too far from the main square, took them out and saw the same brand on their chests as the bodies had back there. It worries me that they could be getting larger in scope." A grim half-smile formed on his face.
"Hopefully they name themselves after a more imposing reptile this time. The Crocodiles?" Jokes weren't a specialty of his. 
"But that's not for you to be troubled with. One thing at a time." He leaned back against the seat, eyes closing. 
"Going to rest for a bit. Let me know when we're getting close." 

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The cart jostled violently, prompting the Commando to spring to life, senses in a hazy cloud as he asked:
"Where are we? Why'd the cart sway so much?"