To start my response:

You should tell me the name of the teacher who taught you to write the way you sound. They should be drawn and quartered, then revived again to be force fed lemons prior to death by drowning, and then revived once more so I can perform surgical work to sew their fingers to their tongue. Anyone who encourages thoughts to be written the same way one speaks, accent and all, needs a proper re-education.

With that out of the way,

Thank you for your concern about our ctenophores. We have been feeding them as they have been quite avaricious of late; their need for greater sustenance no doubt an indication that projects involving the utilisation of ylem have increased on Kal Keleru, something the Empire (now which one am I referring to?) might have future and further involvement in. Your bodies will certainly be welcomed as further nourishments for their growth.

When all efforts comes down to the fuse wire, let's have a wager, shall we? Which knee shall bend faster, the ones that toss aside emnity and pool shared resources to stand a chance against Spinesreach and an ancient city filled with purportedly decrepit Dwarves, or the City of the North who continues to stand true to her agendas, regardless of its potential cost?

Whatever it may be, I'm prepared to let bloodshed speak for itself.

I am,
Regent Elene Arcan-Tetzauh

P.S I'm prettier than lies.

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 25th of Omeian, in the year 4 AC.