"Do you?" Gannicus looks up, tilting his head a bit like a bird, or a cat might. He looks-

-he looks almost like he knows precisely Barrow is thinking. But the truth is that a gladiator's life is brutal, violent. His brothers all went in knowing they could die, and went in instead of making the only choice they could - dying another way.

"Southerners are a gentle lot, I think. None of you seem to have the taste for blood."