A young Cyran runs up behind Antonus and tugs on his shirt. "Sir, sir! They asked me to go tell you there's trouble up ahead." Antonus reluctantly breaks his current engagement and tussles the youngster's hair as he stands up. "Thanks, kid," he says, not entirely joyfully, as he moves his way up to the front of the caravan to meet with the others.
OOC: Antonus goes on auto-pilot through the combat. Attack with crossbow, or if they get close enough move to flank and sneak attack with rapier.