MFs roll into your oppidium in their sandals, with their weird olive-based diet & seemingly unlimited money. "this is such a happening and diverse neighborhood and rent is so cheap after a third the population got carted off to italia as slaves!"
10 years later they've flattened the earthworks. not an original wood/turf building in sight. the local chief you thought was your guy is now going by "Gaius" and always running his mouth about some 'senate' in Roma. all the teens are wearing 'fashionable' roman tunics, while their fathers approximate that despicable 'toga' at the clan assembly. they've shaved their faces.
only place left in town---sorry "civitas" not full of these fucking italians and hangers-on is the shrine to Epona, and the priest looks even more done with this shit than you
