Civilian barks for a city builder set in the ancient period. They’re meant to be triggered when the player clicks on residences and provide information about ongoing gameplay elements. One exception to that rule is the trigger Idle to Self, that has the citizen comment on their ongoing life and give information about the character itself.
Tier: Plebeian (Roman province)
| Trigger | Line |
| First appearance | The light of the gods is shining upon us! I pray we’re allowed to bloom from it. |
| First appearance | I will serve the gods as best as I can, and hope… |
| First appearance | What could await us in this new life…? |
| Bread provided | [Grateful] Ceres blessed us with abundant crops and crisp bread! |
| Garum provided | Garum enriches all it touches, doesn’t it? |
| Stolas provided | I made that stola myself! I’m quite pleased with its wool, are you not? |
| Sandals provided | New sandals… I wonder where they’ll take my steps. |
| Sanctuary constructed | A sanctuary to reflect and open our hearts to the divine! I’m sure the gods will keep us safe. |
| Fountain constructed | Sundance in the fountain drops! What a shine it brings to our city! |
| Wax tablets provided | I was hoping we’d get new tablets for my husband’s accounts! |
| Lamps provided | The light bestowed by these lamps… could it be speaking of the future? |
| Garum provided | [Hopeful] Garum really is proof that even the least parts of beings have worth! |
| Lamps provided | I will add this new lamp to the domestic altar. |
| Garum provided | Without garum, this life would sometimes feel quite dull… |
| Lamps provided | Olive oil won’t burn as long as the Vestali’s flame, but it’ll still get us through the night. |
| Garum provided | The gods ward us from woe, and garum from a joyless life. |
| Sandals provided | My parents would’ve liked sandals like these! Very proper and practical. |
| Idle to Self | Poor libertus, working all day under the sun… I gave him water but even so, he must be boiling… |
| Idle to Self | The Equites look so dignified! It inspires me to work even harder. |
| Idle to Self | [Disturbed] The Patrician ordered to do what with the geese…? Some would call it sacrilege… |
| Idle to Self | If spinning is good enough for the Fates, it is good enough for us. |
| Idle to Self | Where will we go, if more people keep flooding our land…? |
| Idle to Self | I wouldn’t show up before the gods without bathing first… but I also need to bathe after the sacrifices are done. |
| Idle to Self | Sometimes I give my husband pieces of thoughts… I think he listens. |
| Idle to Self | [Singing] Lalla, Lalla, Lalla, aut dormi, aut lacta… |
| Idle to Self | We are the thousands hands and breaths of Rome… We ought to follow the course it set for us. |
| Idle to Self | I you listen very well to your grammaticus, who knows how high you could rise, my child? |
| Idle to Self | It is our sacred duty to serve Rome in every way we can… but I fear for my brothers… |
| Idle to Self | Sometimes I look at the vines and I wonder where I would be, had he showed up then… |
| Idle to Self | I can’t shake the feeling that settling this close to the ruins was too daring… |
| Idle to Self | Flavia asked me to dye bright yellow cloth for her daughter; we might be expecting news! |
| Fire | A life’s work going to ashes…! |
| Fire | It’s all burning! What will we do now…? |
| Fire | O let us extinguish these flames! I’ll get water. |
| Fire | Help! Is there a bucket brigade nearby? |
| Fire | The flames are too deeply engrained! We need help! |
| Fire | The blaze is spreading! I’ll warn the aedile! |
| Plague | What bestowed such an ailment upon our house…? |
| Plague | You must honor the gods of the house, child… until I can get up again… |
| Plague | I must heal… there is so much to do in the house… |
| Plague | I don’t want to die, I have seen so little of the world…! |
| Riot | The gods can’t have intended for us to be treated that way… |
| Riot | My husband says the success of the rich is a gift bestowed by the poor. |
| Riot | I don’t know a lot but even I can see things are not quite right. |
| Riot | Duty is not the same as blind obedience. Right? |
| Riot | We are citizens, aren’t we? |
| Riot | I’m not ungrateful, but we have to be heard. Finding a voice is hard enough. |
| Riot | I stand by my husband. |
| Production paused | [Grateful] A little time! I shall use it to explore around a bit. |
Tier: Patrician (Roman province)
| Trigger | Line |
| First appearance | A rather dull place. I’m afraid that’ll have to improve. |
| First appearance | Finally we begin to live like human beings! |
| First appearance | Only two banquets a week? How dreary. It is fortunate we arrived. |
| Cosmetics provided | [Checking things off a list, cheerful] My cheeks are numb, my fingers tingling… my complexion must look excellent! Time to go out. |
| Statues provided | Such an entertaining night! The statue in the parlor won most arguments, though. I had it changed. |
| Wine provided | This wine is rather tasty, but don’t they make it less and less strong? |
| Oysters with caviar provided | You should combine these oysters with more ingredients. |
| Torques provided | They call it torques. You pile them up until they cover your whole throat. |
| Theater constructed | We met Atticus Flavius at the theater the other day. I believe your issue will solve itself. |
| Temple constructed | Must I go? Apart from sacrificial office, the temple is dreadfully boring. |
| Palanquins provided | [Hangovered] Add two more pairs of slaves. I can’t ride an unsteady palanquin. |
| Baths constructed | [She’s the culprit] Vomit in the caldarium? Who would ever? |
| Sardines provided | What is that unhallowed sardine smell from the kitchens? |
| Porridge provided | Why in the name of bliss and pity would you serve me the slave’s porridge? |
| Pileus provided | Do not give these hats to the slaves! They’d get ideas. |
| Togas provided | Well, my husband wasn’t going to wear the same toga twice, was he? |
| School of rethorics constructed | My sons each have their own tutor, but I suppose they might give the school a try. |
| Forum constructed | So many droll people scour the forum! This raises banquet entertainment ideas. |
| Garum provided | More garum! I barely get anything out of this dish! |
| Fire | Can’t you see my house is burning? Faster, deal with it! |
| Fire | I might have to move to my secondary residence – or worse still, the third! |
| Fire | Incandescent ruin bringing slow, agonizing death… How dramatic! |
| Fire | A little slow, are we? Put out the fire! |
| Fire | Burnt servants we can heal, but save the silk pallas! |
| Plague | Fetch every physician in the city, I don’t care about their fees! |
| Plague | Oh… The dizziness… it’s not the normal kind… |
| Plague | My teeth are shaking, and the sweat…! This is ugly. |
| Plague | Morbus Gallicus? I don’t care what that means, just fix it. |
| Plague | Who brought pestilence up to my house…? |
| Riot | Why not burning this down? It looks so unexpensive! |
| Riot | That’ll teach you to overlook my invitation to dinner! |
| Riot | Would you rather fix this, or have me and my household decamp? |
| Riot | If we’re going to bear with idiotic governorship, might as well be my husbands’! |
| Riot | How would you like me to have a quick words with senators? That could go either way. |
| Production paused | Ah! Some leisure to plan ahead. |
| Production paused | Be a doll and fetch Marcus Gavius Apicius. We’re having a last-minute dinner. |
| Idle to Self | How dare he sell gemstones to Flavia before coming to me? |
| Idle to Self | I already had tetrapharmakon last month. Let’s dine at Appius’ instead. |
| Idle to Self | What a boring excuse for a girl! Can’t the Plebeian give the stolas to the servants and go? |
| Idle to Self | You see, the Equites feel worthy of my table but their conversation clearly isn’t. |
| Idle to Self | [Enthusiastic] What a peculiar chatter! Why not have a libertus for dinner? |
| Idle to Self | Why risk going out? The banquet can go on until sunrise. |
| Idle to Self | Never bathe so shortly after peacock. First, help your digestion with these sow udders! |
| Idle to Self | [Posh] Sitting in the front row means you get to see all the blood. [Thrilled] Sometimes you even touch it. |
| Idle to Self | We sailed the most fashionable gladiators in Rome in for this dinner; no expense was spared. |
Tier: Smith (Celtic province – traditional population)
| Trigger | Line |
| First appearance | Little to say, great deal to do. |
| Tattooist constructed | Tell ’em I’ll come get some ink once I’m done with this. |
| Drinking horns provided | Horns! That’s how one holds a drink! |
| Cheese provided | The faint of nose ain’t fit to appreciate that cheese’s taste. |
| Trousers provided | Ah, trousers! This is better. Wouldn’t want to work the forge in a stola. |
| Proving grounds constructed | I’ve no need to prove meself but I’d still spend some time on them grounds. |
| Tavern constructed | Tavern’s a nice place, decent beverages… only a bit crowded. |
| Beer provided | [Appreciative] Our beer tastes like the roots of Earth! |
| Bread provided | Bread is hard and good. Like our people. |
| Rings provided | These rings are as round as year! Nice fit. |
| Tunics provided | Burnt my last tunic! Good to have somethin’ to put on me husk. |
| Smoked eels provided | I got them eels but the lad ran away before I could thank him! |
| Cockles provided | Nothing like cockles as a snack between two hammering sessions. |
| Reed shoes provided | Reed shoes ought to be changed times and again, but I can use the old ones to start the forge. |
| Horse market constructed | I’ll stop by horse market, see if they need some shoes. |
| Racing chariots provided | Even the fancy lords and ladies in Rome know our chariots are best in the world! |
| Idle to Self | Weird for a father of three to still be playing make-believe on a daily basis, but the noble must know what he’s about. |
| Idle to Self | He be standing there for hours, afraid to ask anything… I don’t eat no waders! |
| Idle to Self | Asking me if I got new « products » every day… It’s like the mercator forgot all about the time good craft takes. |
| Idle to Self | The soul of the land cares little whether we bathe in the river or a pool. |
| Idle to Self | Youngling is making bracelet after bracelet but they look better as earrings. |
| Idle to Self | The pole has to be well-balanced, or you’ll hurt youself as you vault. |
| Idle to Self | They said we wouldn’t notice that so-called civilization’s part of our own enslavement. Oh, we know. |
| Idle to Self | Be proud of what you can do, but even prouder of what yer trainees learn. |
| Idle to Self | Alright, I be dancin’ like the rest of us… Five minutes, no more. |
| Idle to Self | We fend for weselves here. Always have been. |
| Idle to Self | Trust the fire, but never believe it. It is like us – only ever half-asleep. |
| Idle to Self | Can’t take a second apprentice on, the first one’s already eating my time up! |
| Idle to Self | Lad’s got a long time going before he crushes me on wrestling field! |
| Fire | Damn! Who let that fire escape? |
| Fire | [Concerned] Is there anyone left in there? |
| Fire | I said it! Only feed fire as much as you can control! |
| Fire | Quick! Run and ask the coast folks for more sand! |
| Fire | Fire! Spread the word, lass! |
| Fire | Help here! Maeve came back inside for her bairn! |
| Plague | Can’t be sick… youngling ain’t ready to manage the forge alone… |
| Plague | One hand down, I can manage, but legs that don’t hold? |
| Plague | It’s difficult to hit metal when seeing double… |
| Plague | … don’t feel well. |
| Riot | This is who we are. |
| Riot | We ain’t starving bairns to pay damn taxes, that’s not how we do it here. |
| Riot | Not exactly my thing, sittin’ and watchin’ from a distance. |
| Riot | What in Gobniu’s name did they think was goin’ to happen? |
| Riot | It’s either we fend for weselves or they tell us what to do, no both! |
| Production paused | Time for wrestling practice then! |
| Production paused | If they need me, I’ll be ’round the grove. |
| Production paused | Break time! Yougling, run see yer ma for a minute. |
Tier: Mercator (Celtic province – romanized population)
| Trigger | Line |
| First appearance | Let’s take the ochs by the udders – that’s where the milk is. |
| First appearance | Lookin’ forward to doin’ business with ya. |
| Bread provided | Everyone loves this bread. A few small tweaks and it could be a success story! |
| Sausages provided | Ya know what makes sausages so popular? They’re tasty and practical to move with. |
| Brooches provided | Burnt me finger makin’ it but posh Romans’ll like this brooch nice and good. |
| Sandals provided | Stout sandals’ll propel you to the best places! Plus they look fancy enough. |
| Tavern constructed | Visiting the tavern is gettin’ one step closer to new partnerships. |
| Proving grounds constructed | Who needs a chair at the proving grounds? Too much to do to sit idle! |
| Forum constructed | I already know the best spot in the forum. Fried thrush, anyone? |
| Wax tablets provided | Tablets to write up all upcoming profits! Good omen for sure. |
| Lamps provided | A lot of lamps in a home gives hope. And you can work till after dark! |
| Horse market constructed | The horse market is my favourite gathering place: earthy, honest, and you can find anything. |
| Tunics provided | Everyone gettin’ a tunic is good, but what about two tunics? |
| Smoked eels provided | Smoked eels! Just the thing I need! Standin’ around’ll give ya cravings. |
| Idle to Self | The smith dwells in the past, but her craft makes it worthwhile. |
| Idle to Self | I could get along with this Mercury of theirs. |
| Idle to Self | See – the noble got lucky, is all. I been working twice as much. |
| Idle to Self | Often off the mark, the wader, true – but he grows on you. |
| Idle to Self | I wish I could get me hands on lavender oil! Smells even better than them flowers. |
| Idle to Self | I can’t believe that sailor refused my coin just because it’s a different face on it! It weighs the same! |
| Idle to Self | You know what they say – when a Roman’s around, do as they do! |
| Idle to Self | I’m breaking my back, but if all goes accordingly, soon I won’t need to anymore! |
| Idle to Self | [Bitter] They’d make you wait for recognition till the ochs come home… |
| Idle to Self | I see their judgemental glares but they still want what I have to sell! |
| Idle to Self | You know what would be nice? Corn dole, like they do in the Eternal City. |
| Idle to Self | This better pay off in time, let me tell ya. |
| Idle to Self | Whoever served me this plated coin’ll get well plated on curse bronze, mind you. |
| Idle to Self | All the muscle in the world and too wishy-washy to make anythin’ of it! I don’t understand the wader. |
| Idle to Self | I wanted to partner up with the Wader but all he talked about was his drippy love story! |
| Idle to Self | Selling tiny trinkets – tis only the first step, ya know! |
| Fire | No! I had a stack of pallas in there! |
| Fire | Everything is burning! All the goods I’ve been saving for the market! |
| Fire | Fire! Thank gods I put my stuff in separate places! |
| Fire | Give me that pail! I’ll pay you back later! |
| Fire | [Desperate] Smells like fried eggs… all in the same basket… |
| Fire | Me bloomin’ existence turnin’ to ash! |
| Plague | They say to rest… but ain’t no time for that… |
| Plague | Must have been a curse… Someone is trying to steal my customers…! |
| Plague | All the lavender in the world can’t ward off that smell… |
| Plague | [Coughs] If I catch the one who passed that sickness to me… |
| Riot | If people can’t afford my wares anymore, I say we’re havin’ a problem. |
| Riot | We’re marching towards justice, and we’re eating on the way! Who wants sliced seasoned eel? |
| Riot | Perfectly good eggs, two denarii! Up to you if you eat ’em or throw ’em at people. |
| Riot | We marchin’ alright but don’t put fire so close to my warehouse. |
| Production paused | I been working my bums off, won’t mind a break! |
| Production paused | Some rest? Don’t mind if I do! |
| Production paused | Ha, ’tis time I can use to make some more business connections! |