He had spent most of the trip in a light, not-quite doze, responding quickly, but he was clearly resting when not exercising his magic on a few pieces of metal he had brought with him. He spent each night with a different diplomat, saving the centauress for last, simply chatting with them, and learning a little about them, enough to guess which way they would jump if feces hit rotary air current devices.<br/><br/>Meridia's warning had him glance up at her, and nod, before giving a piercing whistle, and then reaching back to tap the driver on shoulder. "Ambush ahead, about three hundred yards. At about one hundred yards from it, please stop, and let me go up on foot. Meridia, stay here and help please. I think I can handle a dozen smart ass bandits. And I won't be playing fair. But if anything attacks the convoy, please revert to dragon form, and start rampaging. I would rather spooked horses than dead diplomats.<br/><br/>I suspect this is just random bandit trash that hit the road, but in case it isn't stay alert."<br/><br/>Once they had stopped, he went back and warned each group what was going on, before heading up to give the bandits one chance to start running. He stopped about where he suspected the edge of the 'kill zone' was, before speaking. "Gentlemen, you have one chance to get where I can see you, before I have the trees start tearing you apart. I am the Summer Knight, and escorting diplomats from the Summer Court. We are in a bit of a hurry, so lets move sharply, yes?"