"Huh?" Zenon was surprised, but only for a moment, "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't they be?"
"Oh, good," Tycondrius smiled and nodded, "I haven't seen any, as of recent."
"Well, they're not common," Zenon shrugged. "But they do happen. It's usually for something like... military desertion? Most major crimes are usually met with immediate execution."
"(Comin' riiiight up!!!)" Horse neighed as he approached. "(This'll cure your big sad, Snaaake!!)"
The Invictus stallion steadily climbed the incline, dragging a cart latched to his sides. Within it was a single, large wooden stake, two bundles of rope, and whimsically, a sack of iron spikes and a complementing pair of hammers.
It was everything they needed to crucify a human properly.
"Just one stake, Optio?" Zenon asked.
"It seemed cheaper than binding two together," Tycon smirked.
