I will keep this as short and sharp as I can:

You have wasted my time Fabricators. You have scorned my offerings to negotiate, that leaves us with the only true outcome that we know of in these times past and present: War, and war everlasting between your kind, and mine. For our shields and blades to crash against your dust and detritus and you will be knelt.

Be in the Mhojave Desert at the 10th of Omeian, when it is darkest.

It is a big place, lot of sand and I really don't want you to get lost if you are planning to defend your claim.

So just follow the chanting.

We will be easy to find.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 5th of Omeian, in the year 4 AC.