Ask our hosts. Gannicus's gaze slid away from Wyatt's to glance at a clutch of uniformed Peacekeepers on the fringes of the picnic area. He doesn't bother to fake a smile as one turns to catch him looking.

"A familiar tactic," He murmured, remembering how the aedile of Sinuessa had stripped his visitors of all weaponry - and how Spartacus had copied the strategy when they had taken the city for their own. Gannicus looked pensive - tense, almost - for a moment as he watched the peacekeepers, then brightened as he visibly pulled himself together and squared his shoulder.

"Gratitude for wise counsel. Words shared will be well remembered in time yet to pass."