"Whew! Well, I'll give it to you, you are certainly a skilled fighter!"
Upon Conor's arrival, Antonio quickly peels himself off of the ground without using his hands, springing to his feet, and spinning his sheathed knife once before returning it to his belt.
"Ah, it's just a spar indeed, Conor, so don't you worry. We were merely getting to know each others' fighting styles -- for you see I've joined the order as well. I wouldn't want to leave you dry, though, so I'll let you in on something: that raised mattress I took such pains to bring along? Well, in the wooden box below it is what remains of my stock."
He puts a hand to his chin.
"Unfortunately, it would appear I am beginning to make a habit of tardiness, which really will not do. I've a team to propose: Magda, how about you come along since we've just sparred and we'll know each others' fighting styles better, and then Magnus too since you two sound like a package deal, you, I'm afraid I never caught your name, my apologies," but he's pointing to Arvaine here, "A competent paladin would do any team good, aaand miss Deidre, another enchanter most certainly could not hurt."
He sweeps up his pack and slings it over his back in a smooth motion, jogging towards the door to the barracks.
"Now, we're late enough as it is, so let us not dally! We ought to hhhhhello Baron Rheinallt."
In the middle of stepping through the doorway, Antonio suddenly executes a quick spin and step backwards -- in his energy to go, he's almost run straight into the Baron come to check on them, having avoided this solely through agility.