"CARTHAGINIANS could be here" he thought. "I've never been to this part of Africa before." The cool air felt good on his bare arms "I HATE CARTHAGINIANS" He thought. His horse snorted loudly and the 9 assarii wine circulated through his powerful Roman veins and washed away his (merited) fear of Punic peoples. "With a horse, you can go anywhere you want." He said to himself out loud.