Governor, your appetite for punishment astounds me. Not nearly as much as my own appetite for oil, however. I demand it, in beautifully decadent quantities.
Speaking of beautiful, I expect your city to be nothing short of magnificent, the Gods should look down upon it and find it comparable in its glory to me, if only barely. I don't want to see a temple smaller than any of those of your neighbours, so start imports of marble immediately.
The Empire is in a state of economic flux recently, particularly in the region around the Greek peninsula. Still, I take note of the skills of those beneath me and your ability to remain
fiscally hydrated makes you suitable for the challenge in such an economically parched region.
I shall look forward to you fulfilling my demands.