Galawayn had been reading a book when the bandits announced their presence. Like the rest of the party, he sprang to action and reached for his weapon when they announced their presence. A quick assesment was made. "Check the bushes, they've likely got people in there." He commanded, hoping his words would find purchase. He drew forth his staff, a well made and finely decorated family piece of gold and carved mahogany. He muttered a string of utterances a fellow spellcaster would recognize as the high language of magic, and a phantasm of a halfling leaping from the right side of the carriage with weapons drawn materialized. Galawayn pointed to the left exit of the carriage. His intent clear, he would follow them once they had established a beachead.