"I, Anfhaimix, son of Arthursix, leader of the Verstz have come to claim your lands. 10,000 men stand at my side. Do you surrender"
"Ah, a hammer and mace formation. Haven't seen that one on a while. You are even using the aulmenti rock to coordinate the battle- Are those copper trumpets?"
"Cursed elf, flattering me won't serve you well. I've come for land and gold, not the pleasantries of your ki-"
"Yeah, yeah, you will attack at dawn if we do not surrender. Never head that one before...
"Let me tell you something, friend. We know this forest as the palm of our hand, most of us. Your strategy is good, really. Ifigenadoro tried something similar 2 centuries ago, it almost got us by surprise. He was using chairots, wich we believed had dissapeared a thousand years ago. Were it not for Umvalae's memory, we would have lost that battle
"Speaking of a thousand years ago, Ambirsatapor used the very same rock you stand to direct his troops, in almost the same formation, if lighter on horses. His grandfather, Arjehsitadur did that too. And some bandit called Uzah decades before.
"You won't win, I assure you. I've seen your troops, your weapons, your strategy. We know what you will do, and how to counter it. Even the great genius Ugh Grog Bunti couldn't defeat us, and he set the forest on fire back when the winters were dry and the elephants roamed this land.
"So if you please would return to your elders and tell them not to bother us, you and your men will spare yourselves to taste our metal. Maybe you can even convince your grandson not to try us. But if you don't, know that there is no strategy you can conceive that we haven't seen in one form or another, and that your men can't live long enough to even apreciate the proper use of knifes and swords.
"Oh, and the Leriath hill looks like good harasser's ground, but it's quite slippery in the Autum mornings.